This is a song about "Yelling at mom"

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

I would share it but today i'm yelling

And i never plan on settling

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

No time for a doctor, now im yelling medic!

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats