This is a song about "My mommah"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And if i do go you better come through

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

And it rules everything around them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Or fascinated by a beamer

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

This thing that you could imagine

Grab my knife and my gun