This is a song about "Tom brady s baby momma"

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess