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

You lay that low you better think and fuckin learn

I killed my manager with an iron

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I write your name on my hand

Just hustling you understand

Here i go again, falling in love

You know better not to mess with my verses..

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

So close i could give flip a play

Put a eighth on lay away

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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