This is a song about "Mary is a bitch"

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Mary jane is my mother

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Go! you free to go about your business

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

There's a wussy bitch i know guess what his name is

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Mary let's the lamb lead on, and everything is well,