This is a song about "Your mumma"

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Look inside my closet

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I thought i recognized her

Your our provider

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Whenever your blazing

Let my angel sing

But make sure if they do see

This aint your town, this aint your city