This is a song about "Mommas"

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

Yes bitch, that's a presidential