This is a song about "Fuck you mom"

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

When you took my hand up so calm

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

I wanna get with you

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom