This is a song about "Hot mom"

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

In the limelight being red hot

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Strapped up attacking mom nature

Said when i do dirt wit her

So if i talk down to a man

Can't tell mom the same thang

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

No tats dey for my arm

My mom, it was the bomb,

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And no longing for dates