This is a song about "Mom and thong"

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Cum right into a black thong

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

They claim it as their own, africa

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Now i ain't a chemist but yo mom and me got chemistry

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

So i went down south but i ended up north

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do