This is a song about "Solomon s mom"

You get close but no cigar

Bad, just like an 80's car

Well go cry to your mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

I'll be beating this beat up like solomon grundy

The outline which you n****s out dated

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit