This is a song about "Im am ur moma"

N ur bars shit!,so little brat quit!,,im up 2 slash ur ass with ma insights spit!,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I am the illest mother fucker when im on the track, uh

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

That happen to act like a black president

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

U love when im in pain ur like a shark that smells blood/

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Am that sick on the mike im so lyricly quick

But im not leavin im going to grab ur son from elementary school,

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul