This is a song about "Ma niggaz"

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

The science and the art, africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

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

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.