This is a song about "Your mothing"

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Your gonna gratify

When pac get high

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I got something you've been waiting for

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,