This is a song about "Fuck u mom"

Knowing you can no longer party

Fuck u i've been free since 1863, stress free,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Fuck u, u don't get a sign of prevalence

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school