This is a song about "Fucking moms"

Cause this album pack enough evil

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

And moms, she raised me well...

You fine as hell

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Shooting down moms and wives

All the time with this glock of mines

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse