This is a song about "Yo moms ass"

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

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

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Skitter scammer before i break yo sleek ass...

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash