This is a song about "Moma is ass"

No one-half and i hate math

All that counts is that head up your ass,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

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

Pussy ass cop puffed is cigar, but thus far,

I'll never forget, never forget the night

I was up last night, if my ass is right

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

These weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

I take shots while you bitch ass is still missing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

This whiney ass fucker is just another sucker

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for