This is a song about "Fucking your mom"

And i ain't got what it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

She only love me when i be ignoring

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom