This is a song about "Momma hustlin"

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

Left her to fuck your momma

Yeah, one time for the

Momma was getting a new raise.

Baby, you got that super bass