This is a song about "Googled your mom in the face"

I remember the makeup running down your face

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Me and you i think we should ride

In the face of the outside.

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

And i ain't got what it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Your mom wanted me to come, so i came and cummed in her face

I remember the makeup running down your face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

While i'm fucking your mom in the ass dude, with no damn lube

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot