This is a song about "Mother nature"

And then raped my mother,

Make me another brother

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,

It's not my nature and makes me wonder quite frankly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Mary jane is my mother

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

I stop and stare at the younger

The replacement of the word "mother"

Mother, o my mother!

Hip hop's bounty, hunter