This is a song about "Mo gee"

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

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

Mo' money, mo' problems

I think found where your mind was

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

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

Coz i smoke just like real gee

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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