This is a song about "Mom why dont you see me"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Mom wasn't as innocent as she wanted me to see

Is written in our souls, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

Now you see me and now you don't

And my regime includes east coast

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Now you don't see what i see (dont you)

I saw ya mom at cathedrals prayin that the devil dont see you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

A working genius, a work of art

I dont know why they let you out in the dark

You dont know about me

But make sure if they do see