This is a song about "My mo"

Bad bitches never loved them though

Thinks they can play in my m-o

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

See, it's something about commitment though

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

Syrup got me going slow mo

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Got mo honey than a forest with a billiooon bears

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo