This is a song about "Yo momma jokes"

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Here i go again, searching for love

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

In yo momma bed, that feelin' you feel is anger

One day my momma told me

I got bigger problems baby

Just how i wasted yo momma last nite for one little buck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

She prayed on me passing that bar

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for