This is a song about "Having sex with your mum"

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

From an african american stance

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

If you ain't about money

Having a kid is fine with me

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes