This is a song about "Fucked yours mom"

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

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners, it screws up all my looks

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Well go cry to your mom

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My raps is better then yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

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