This is a song about "The reconstruction"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Bet i get like 8 of them

Do the math, get the sum

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The weed into the bong

Full of shit, like i ate that john

In need of reconstruction nigga get to hammering

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Let me see you walk

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