This is a song about "Fucking on your ma"

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I can barely wipe my ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust

Is paralyzed//one eye on your bitch the other eye on the prize//the fucking

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Get ma bitch on her knees, an i tell her suck then//

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep