This is a song about "Jermeys mom"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

We back on these highways moving cakes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

My bitches fuck me good

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Your mom jumped on this cock

You see him as a god