This is a song about "Moms spa"

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I made your moms ass rosy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Shooting down moms and wives

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And moms, she raised me well...

Burberry, quite a hell