This is a song about "Mom i your fucking son"

I make songs about shit for attention

I wish your mom had an abortion

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Got it matching though

I hate your fucking guts.

As she goes through the levels

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

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