This is a song about "Tim s mother"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Ugly like randyrhinos mother

Baby, you know who you are

Mother, o my mother

Mary jane is my mother

We're made for each other

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

The dead society of a poet

I thought i recognized her

Mother, o my mother

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget