This is a song about "The widow maker"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

No more struggling like a widow

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,