This is a song about "Better call your momma"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Go cry to your momma, and get some huggies.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Better guard ya brain cause i'm what they call insane.

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

You better dig your grave

From where they praise

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And i'm always on first better yet call me primer.