This is a song about "Ma life"

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Pop kerolos you're ma best friend in life,

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

To reds i ain't know how to act

No one-half and i hate math

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Our history that they stole, africa

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Ma rap is my life, life is livin, to get through the hurdles,

Stage name became ma focus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz