This is a song about "Yo mamma pussy stank"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

I think you're a pussy

But five years from now i bet she see

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Guess i’m different than most

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Yo pussy bitch rap shit leaner than a trending twitter beef/