This is a song about "Mom s"

Bad, just like an 80's car

Just to let you know, you are

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And when it's said and done

And that´s how it has begun

When you took my hand up so calm

Well go cry to your mom

Tats no dey for my arm

I finally got a girl, mom!/

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple