This is a song about "Fuck your mom bitch"

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

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

"i'm your biggest fan" bitch shut the fuck up

Tats no dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Stand in line cause it's punch time,ill fuck your sister and mom

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

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

So close i could give flip a play

Right to wear your mom stay

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And i ain't got what it takes