This is a song about "Sorry ma nonna"

I know you're mad, but so what

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

Walk that body, talk that body

No you ain't i'm sorry

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

And when it come to the cash

Sorry this pussy is fragile

Lady at the frank stand will

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Isabella, ma bella

My all gold rolly or the