This is a song about "Yo momma sweat ass"

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass

Say im not then yo ass wrong.

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

They had a hell of a run

Get yo ass out the kitchen

A clever idea to take something they said

Eaming me would get yo pussy ass bleeding like car wreck