This is a song about "Mo gee"

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

And be alive any many mini mo

They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And randy, and all of rappad, oh gee gnarly.

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

But it wasn't enough,they want mo' rough

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug