This is a song about "Ma fuckas"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

So i get to hacking at these rubbish mutha fuckas fuck it

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto