This is a song about "Moma is ass"

For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Pussy ass cop puffed is cigar, but thus far,

Ill shoot your ass down like it is in a grave

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

These weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

You disappear if yo wack ass is a target

And my momma keep smoking that shit

And your life is ass but you can't admit

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I take shots while you bitch ass is still missing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing