This is a song about "Poop in your mom"

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

While working on my mistakes

They are not confident when im talking

Your mom walks in and says good morning

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

While i'm fucking your mom in the ass dude, with no damn lube

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Your mom wanted me to come, so i came and cummed in her face