This is a song about "Puppets mom a stank hoe"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Viciously, detailed with... puppets,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

In response for a hoe i make his life a misery show

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back