This is a song about "Fuck ur mom"

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night

It shows i know a bit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

From ur head n' ur mind,

I'm on my grind

Well go cry to your mom

My sim card's the bomb

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

But did you think about your mom,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Any way you can

Can't tell mom the same thang

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck