This is a song about "Sitting on mom"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

It's a fools fatewithout your word

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home