This is a song about "Ya mutha"

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

You the truth... i'm hyde and the mutha fuggin jackal

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant