This is a song about "My momy"

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

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

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

But make sure if they do see

These my rhymes and my story

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And i listen to common

Grab my knife and my gun

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her