This is a song about "Mahal na mahal"

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Was it randy or carlcee,na well maybe it was great or swine3

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Malia family, we the family

Na you ain't a faggot you just pop that bubbly