This is a song about "No stinking crotches in the photo"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Take a photo with a family member to show the sweeter side

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

In the lambo looking like a fly

You look me in the eyes and give no reply

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Side bitch dark cocoa,main bitch flash photo

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

I looked at him, told him sit down

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Stay in it till i'm old, sad and stinking

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt