This is a song about "Yo mommy"

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

And me mommy had no hope we was really sick

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things right

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I got the right to be cocky

Who got three dick sucks straight from your mommy

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Didn't hit me that she wasn't the same mommy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Even though,its nothing compared to your mommy,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have