This is a song about "Ricos mom"

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

When you took my hand up so calm

But did you think about your mom,

She go say i bad like saddam

So i thanks for my mom

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Just let it chill joe

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Right to wear your mom stay