This is a song about "Mo"

Shut tha fuck up wid ya problems theres people out here wid lots mo,

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Pocket racked up all big faces

But it wasn't enough,they want mo' rough

This shit ain't nothing new though

Any many mini mo

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me