This is a song about "Tim s mother"

Go home to your mother

Baby, you know who you are

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Mother, o my mother

I stop and stare at the younger

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Mother, o my mother!

You gon' tip her