This is a song about "Teri ma"

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Third ward general, young cash money

Ma family aint proud of me

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

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

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

Lost ma mother and my brother

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

I'll get to em when i land

Into glimmers of ma dark past,