This is a song about "Yo mama jokes"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I made her my baby mama

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Aha you got so many jokes

I can taste the salt from my tears

Texting my mama current self

I use yo mama as a waitress,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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

Got a killer flow from the llama

We're lookin out for your babies mama

My all gold rolly or the

I give two shits about yo mama