This is a song about "Yer maw"

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Wonder if they take it all back

I dont know you yer i get that

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

Yer well thats a cover up

Money i make em buck