This is a song about "Talk about your mom"

Well go cry to your mom

My sim card's the bomb

I’m way harder than the concrete

Talk about me through your sub tweet

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Ima talk about this bitch michelle...

Talk about some (freaking) clearance

So here i am at the store for some chips

Right to wear your mom stay

And i be on the block all day

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

I figured out that it don't matter for real