This is a song about "Ak47 in your mom mouth"

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

My bullet will get stuck in your mouth

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never break, took a break though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Your mom wanted me to come, so i came and cummed in her face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss