This is a song about "Eating your mom"

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I wish your mom had an abortion

I know what it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Endlessly eating and feeding and beating your meat with mesquite seasoning

While writing a respond, ask your mom for help

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Believe me i'mma be your god

Your mom jumped on this cock