This is a song about "Your dad s condoms"

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

You told me god was the answer

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

A full time sex slave, never find another

You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people