This is a song about "Solomon s mom"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

I'll be beating this beat up like solomon grundy

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

If only i could go back into the 80’s

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Well go cry to your mom

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I got stacks all in my charm

So i thanks for my mom

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And solomon supplies the hazy

They at the same spot they making no progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,