This is a song about "Ma life"

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Searching for fortune and fame

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

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Our nation have to bow, africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Ma family aint proud of me

I’m a hustla, baby

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Now if pain came to ma life it will no longer get called an asper