This is a song about "Fucking your mother"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But you’re my fucking mother

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Guess what you where right cause i'm gonna slit your mother fucking throat

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Including every mother fucking soul it holds.

I hate you and your mother,

Poke out from behind her

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow