This is a song about "Yer maw"

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Yer well thats a cover up

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

The dead society of a poet

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I dont know you yer i get that

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out