This is a song about "The hut"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

We've gon so far astray

The truth but thats the way

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Do the math, get the sum

Something wicked this way come

By any means, if ya like it or not

From the bottom to the top

I'm the nigga with the juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

Where the ball meets the wall

So fuck em' all