This is a song about "Fucking your mom"

But did you think about your mom,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

I got these tats all on my arms

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

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

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

You got that indie glow

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Your mom jumped on this cock

We popping bottles, it don't stop

You, you, you have to pay for that

Your mom would rather raise a maggot