This is a song about "Teachers lieing to your mom"

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Pawning my chain in the shop

Your mom jumped on this cock

Y'all similes is literal shit

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring