This is a song about "Republican of motherhood"

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Feeling, of appealing

Flapjack, ooh he bring