This is a song about "Ma niggaz"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

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

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Our nation have to bow, africa

Their sayin on my mind

Ma raps ma ya go blind