This is a song about "Someone s mom"

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I can only love you when you’re undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Silly bitches gon' follow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Well go cry to your mom

My sim card's the bomb

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car