This is a song about "Rapping my mom"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

No tats dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

My rapping made you soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Get a call from my mom, one love/