This is a song about "Ma fuckas"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

I start to think it's all planned

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Is written in our souls, africa

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

And i just love your flashy ways