This is a song about "Fucked your mum"

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

I'm so corrupt i fucked your mom and she paid me.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Now let me thunder fuck your minds til you become mind fucked,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust