This is a song about "Hoppin on yo mama"

I'm on deck yo, batter up

I know you're mad, but so what

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

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

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

My all gold rolly or the

Are almost as old as yo mama

I gonna take it really nice and slow

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Yo mama carries a 6 pack