This is a song about "Thors mom"

My nigga for life though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

My mom gave me two selections

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Your mom walks in and says good morning

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Strapped up attacking mom nature

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Then play you all my latest shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Her mom takin that crap

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches