This is a song about "The internet"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Trying out this internet shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

Two reflections into one

The bigger the the fun

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Livestock looked after by herders,probation for internet surfers

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam