This is a song about "Ma homiez"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Ma family aint proud of me

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

I wish i’ll never see you again

And bijies like im out and

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane