This is a song about "The proclamation of 1763"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Just to let you know, you are

For the man of the hour

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So here i am at the store for some chips

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life

In the heat of the summer,

Udc where he met my mother