This is a song about "You re mama"

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Mama always told me if you do somethin', do it right,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Mama you should leave them lames you came with

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

And i would have brought your mama but she's greasier than you are

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Its totally up you but will you please re survey