This is a song about "Martha stewart"

About disaster in the world and

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

Lil wayne, kanye west, jay-z , ricky ross,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Look it something they can't ever see

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Not to mention rick ross

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops