This is a song about "Talk about your mom"

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Audience off, when i talk about my intrinsic

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But did you think about your mom,

Bet i'm heavy with that

I talk about real shit

So don't dare talk about respect if you haven't earned your stripes

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Dont talk about me jus worry about you......

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks