This is a song about "Anal in ur mum"

But i'm not in the first place

Talkin shit all up in ur face

Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

We original officially the most original

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

So i can finally say to mum

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

See, wages is minimum