This is a song about "Maria de salinas"

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite