This is a song about "Will ma"

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Ma raps ma ya go blind

From the womb, my newborn child

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

To liberate yourselves, africa

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Fell asleep in first class