This is a song about "Rip mom"

Wolf haley, golf wang

Can't tell mom the same thang

He might have the same whip

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

I don’t care where ya are

Strapped up attacking mom nature

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You wna rip me then ill rip you

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

My mom gave me two selections

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

But did you think about your mom,

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Then take it down slow