This is a song about "Priceless womb mom"

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

And i made it with that dope flow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

No tats dey for my arm

I finally got a girl, mom!/

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

We priceless, skip bayless, we pay less/

My sim card's the bomb

So i thanks for my mom

But did you think about your mom,

When you took my hand up so calm