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

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

I rathered you than my father or mother

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

You lay that low you better think and fuckin learn

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Her mother on the other hand wasn't so good

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Taking my time, let me levitate

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand