This is a song about "Fucking moms"

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I remember waking to my moms

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

Purple label 8 hundred

O wait...your moms already did/

Let me call that hotel

And moms, she raised me well...

I made your moms ass rosy

But am i less holy

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Pop toasters and they live with they moms