This is a song about "Mom s spagetti"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Well go cry to your mom

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

And i made it with that dope flow

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

My mom gave me two selections

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow