This is a song about "Mama who shot me down im aski n who shot meh"

Im troublesome juggle and rumble some rappers who cross me like christ

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

And all those who look down on me i'm tearing down your balcony

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

With no logic just bout who got shot or

You ain't gotta worry no more

I've never forgotten the orphan who grabbed the shotgun 'n' shot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

My bars are a+ my terminology is beyond ironic,i gotta

Is the only one who keeps bending over exposing whats under like ya mama

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Take a shot for me/ back in the day

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

Little latasha sho' grown

So i blew a bible script 'n' went pyscho and shot other rhino's with my rifle clipped

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend