This is a song about "Fucked your mom"

But did you think about your mom,

When you took my hand up so calm

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Like the rapist, who fucked your mom when he laced it

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Get you high, keep it on the low

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

But five years from now i bet she see

Your fucked in dispensary

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Your mom walks in and says good morning

I’m sorry i fucked your sister

And there's little to be glad for