This is a song about "Your mumma"

I got something you've been waiting for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Mumma said she loved me regardless

See dog? rap is my aim

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I pipe in and one night her

Your our provider

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

So i suggest your change your media immediately