This is a song about "Yo mama what"

I give two shits about yo mama

My all gold rolly or the

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)

It's not making sense to you right now but

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

Now he calling me baby mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

So while you worry about the hoes

Critics say "yo dawg, what if the connection goes?"