This is a song about "Yo mama so fat"

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

Are almost as old as yo mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

All i want is you baby

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

How beautiful are thou, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk