This is a song about "Yo momma sweat ass"

On yo ugly ass face

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I know yo momma taught you better,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby girl my stroke official

But i let off everything i have

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

Say im not then yo ass wrong.