This is a song about "Republican of motherhood"

And panned out, i'm all in love

Of potential cases

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Left side, left side

Out of mind out of sight

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard