This is a song about "How i met your mother"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/

My rapping is like an avalanche

When we not in summer

I hate you and your mother,

If you run away i will capture your mother

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Now i gotta fuck your mother

And i ain't frontin for her

But i will face fuck your mother with a first aid kit

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

I know your wondering how

That's why all i want is you now