This is a song about "Ma niggaz"

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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