This is a song about "The mayanempire"

I'm why baby mamas leave

As the tao converted the thief

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback