This is a song about "Mother fucking"

But i'm still living life dead mother-fucking broke

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

I a'nt going eny time soon from dusk till dawn tell mother fucking noon,

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

So much for a fucking structure, killed him in a grill mother fucker

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

On trial for possession of some chronic

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.