This is a song about "Ma fuckas"

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

My buzz is like cocaine

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

A division rivalry, push me browns fuckas and see what i will be

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

You fuckas are probably used to this, might just get glued to it

I ain't, mad, at cha

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Just put your hand on the glass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash