This is a song about "Yo mama jokes"

I use yo mama as a waitress,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Pushing in my mama van

You gotta let these shits go, man

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

Are almost as old as yo mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Like a line full of hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows