This is a song about "How i fucked doug s mom"

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Or a mom who didn’t even know how to add

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

It's fucked up how quickly we can forget about it, too/

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

They infiltrate our homes, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

I’m a hustla, baby

How fucked up it can be,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

And that´s how it has begun

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I finally got a girl, mom!/