This is a song about "Poop in your mom"

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

I wish your mom had an abortion

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

I know what you do with that

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Your mom walks in and says good morning