This is a song about "Mother dong"

Mother, o my mother

When we not in summer

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

Knocking you so silly that your head rings like a door bell,ding dong

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

I also carry traits from my mother,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I hate you and your mother,

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Jesus is our mother

But you’re my fucking mother

Or something that you paid for

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong