This is a song about "Fucking your mom"

* amalgam digital download bonus track

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And i ain't got what it takes