This is a song about "Dreaming of fucking yo mama"

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Listen to yo mama before ya end up in set thread

Check the fucking facts yo

No, just put us on death row

Floor seats at that wizards game

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Are almost as old as yo mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

Dreaming to be like marshal putting a photo of shady

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive