This is a song about "Yo momma jokes"

Every night i stroke hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous