This is a song about "Stephanie and her mom"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My mom screamed at me so i sliced off her tits and said "listen bitch quit havin fits"

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Aw, mom, please, i promise i won't bring her in/

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Cause they fear me in physical form