This is a song about "I fucked yo momma"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And if you say you cant swallow then i say you're fucked

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

And i'm not kidding when i say this generation is fucked,

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Just how i wasted yo momma last nite for one little buck