This is a song about "Classy motherfucker"

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Looking classy at the same time,

Guess that means you can never be mine

Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Say bye bye to her

Now who's this motherfucker?

Yeah its swami, motherfucker

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Matricidal bloodsucker motherfucker, homicidal hustler,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Now that's a motherfucker

The ice ain't really nothing to her

The only time i flirt with her

Pig pen motherfucker