This is a song about "Jobandeeps mom is a motherfucking racist to matthew"

And that shit is just insane, motherfucking insane

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

We're motherfucking kcb, no body is able to outdo us.

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Is such a motherfucking pain

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Im darker than riddick! my mom is a critic!