This is a song about "Din mamma"

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

You're fucking with me, nigga

Si nu am ce face, tac din gura

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

Had to make myself heard over this din

My talent should take me places i've never been