This is a song about "Coins for mom"

You better watch your back because your mom is on the loose for twinkies

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

My mom, it was the bomb,

Tats no dey for my arm

Your mom jumped on this cock

And sins we got

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Coins flyin out my pockets my nigga thats what i loose

My mom gave me two selections

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Well go cry to your mom

When you took my hand up so calm

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Keeping them on the hip

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"