This is a song about "Yo momma jokes"

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

One day my momma told me

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

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

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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