This is a song about "I was in your mom"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,