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

I don't want your fucking votes son

A real wonder woman

I got these tats all on my arms

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

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

This shit ain't nothing new though

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

I hate your fucking guts.

As she goes through the levels

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Just quit it like i did your mom, that's the #real #truth,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest