This is a song about "My mamma"

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

But unfortunately she was taken away from michael.... mamma..

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin