This is a song about "My mpther"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

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

Grab my knife and my gun

Mami... she open, she open

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Chillin' with homies and family

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

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