This is a song about "Mom s shitty cable"

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Hop on the cable and watch your funeral on cnn

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

And i need you to show me love

Cable tv, electric methadone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone