Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
I care for you more than my mum
I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies
His old man always did his mum the wrong way
Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
Grow older, closer to death.
Killing these niggas off quick
Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick
Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show
You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow
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