This is a song about "Fuck my mom"

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

At least not until my mom leaves

Everything ain't what it seems

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Get a call from my mom, one love/

With such an ugly picture in it and

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb