This is a song about "Screwing your mom"

But did you think about your mom,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I wish your mom had an abortion

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/