This is a song about "Mortar"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Matter fact, i mortar guys n' before disorder dies, i more than horrify

Ill mortar guys and before disorder dies i more than horrify//

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Bombing on her like a fucking rare mortar!

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile