This is a song about "Hoppin on yo mama"

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Yea, i been humble too long

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Chilldren hold on to yo teddy

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Yo girl was all on me

All i want is you baby