This is a song about "Stops"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

I only hope that one day he stops playing the fool,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Cause i start frees that sparks beef yet stops, cease

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Listen to the beat and everything around just stops

Send shots at bus stops, corrupt cops, buckshots, to stop,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I need to complete myself before this rhyme stops,

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Y'all know i'm on that fast track, but nigga ain't no pit stops,

Big clock or a wristwatch, we wonder when the shit stops,

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms