This is a song about "You better not lay a hand on my mother"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Apparently i'm a total nut so you better not be allergic,

You lay that low you better think and fuckin learn

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

I swear i'm coming back one day

Put a eighth on lay away

Regardless of where he lay his hand. i always plotted my next stand.

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Got that nina on my side, i'll lay you out inna dirt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I'm a mean mother fucker, so you know my #kin #evil

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Sing along, like a mother i think that i better high-

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And if you need a hand you can call on me