This is a song about "Republican of motherhood"

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Don’t you be holding back, your love

It's like i'm owner of

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill