This is a song about "Moms dick"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Before we see it's hard to live

Shooting down moms and wives

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I made your moms ass rosy

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

I do mind when i hear they moms crying