This is a song about "Ma"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Fucking u with ma middle finger

Is written in our souls, africa

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

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

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

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Baby this was for you, lotus

Stage name became ma focus

Bitches ain't around one thou

And ma futures lookin bright now