This is a song about "Mums a hoer"

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

As i light one for ill will

Your a show without a channel

Influences are a dime a dozen

There are times when you'll need someone

Let's enjoy our younger years

With a ba and a masters

Do you a need a donation

Or babies they raisin

Poke out from behind her

I'm a pro your a minor,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Spit a poem or a diss

When you feel like this