This is a song about "Mom s shitty internet"

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Haters gettin shitty

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I must go like fly route

It was shitty without a doubt

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

The weed in me is real sticky

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

You internet tough guys are all the same.