This is a song about "Fuck your mom bitch"

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And no longing for dates

Shut the fuck up bitch, i dont allow your interjections,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

And i'mma show you how the south was won

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Well go cry to your mom

No tats dey for my arm