This is a song about "Ur mommy"

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

My mommy my mommy wont let me have cake until i eat my broccoli..

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Tell you mommy, your rattled

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

On they twitter writing novels, see

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three