This is a song about "Yo mama what"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Fuck it mr. fatass? what kind of insult is that? heard better from enigma, yo/

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

Now he calling me baby mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I stick in yo mom's gut, next nigga likes what the fuck!

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Jodi's back started hurting and she's like yo what the hell?

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

Listen to yo mama before ya end up in set thread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead