This is a song about "Nigga be triping on my mom"

Nigga be on the wall gettin nailed

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

My girl finished high school and she got her a degree

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

Look it something they can't ever see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

This is just the beginning my nigga let it be known

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

On the stand i'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga