This is a song about "Remy ma"

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I wanted the money and never the fame

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Our history that they stole, africa

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show