This is a song about "Ur momma"

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

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

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

My momma is a witness to my greatness

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

But most times darling the sequel sucks

One day my momma told me

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs