This is a song about "How your mother smells"

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Watching over til they come and kill your brother, rape your mother

And i ain't frontin for her

I hate you and your mother,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

Did your mother tell you that

In the house, holla back

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Liked by none, bad enough you still live with your mother

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And while i’m in your mother,

Huh, i can't interpret her