This is a song about "Mo"

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Bitch, i might make you my baby

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

Preaching to the choir though

Cus now im think about mo doe

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Purple in the red solo,got me movin slow mo

Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Mo' green numbers than the matrix