This is a song about "Mother fuckin money"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Mother, o my mother!

Baby, you know who you are

Better for your mother

In one way or another

And then raped my mother,

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

The only time i flirt with her

Mother, o my mother

Jesus is our mother

I ain't did shit officer