This is a song about "My ma s stinky vagaga"

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

The day before is better than the present

Fuck it , kill me so i can see my ma in the sky

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Ma rap is my life, life is livin, to get through the hurdles,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

S on my chest like a superman vest

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen