This is a song about "Yo mamma pussy stank"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Pussy smell like water the truth can be devastatin like luke i am yo father

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I think you're a pussy