This is a song about "Your mim"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Damn is your mattress dry

Your gonna gratify

Your on fire.. your on fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir