This is a song about "Ya mutha"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

But do ya know what fuck ya!

I ain't mad at cha