This is a song about "Sex with your mum"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

So slim davy please call up your mum

I’m effervescent, just ask them

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I dont give a fuck about your sex

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

And in love with her, lets have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys