This is a song about "My mommah"

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

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

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks