This is a song about "Okay mother fuckers"

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Clever mother fuckers, with satellites that hover,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Mother fuckers they are just in it for greed,

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

I promise i might be okay

Im starting to seem okay,

For a perfect mother’s day

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

I’m just a super easy modest mc, okay?

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Yall mother fuckers need to start thinking nature is gorgeous

I pipe in and one night her

Mother, o my mother