This is a song about "Mood ring"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Mood constantly on the move

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

We no longer close or nothing

I sing nd let it ring

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,