Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Pushing in my mama van
Not a fake person, that's the sims man
Yeah, that there is a fight in itself
Texting my mama current self
Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Now he calling me baby mama
Lucky seven probably poppa
Yo mama carries a 6 pack
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
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