This is a song about "Coins for mom"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My mom, it was the bomb,

Your outta coins in this rap game ima plow you like a freight train

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Right to wear your mom stay

Im on, im on tha way

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe