This is a song about "Fucked yours mom"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And your brain you better be using yours,

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

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

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

It's all over now, take it like a man