This is a song about "Yo muma"

Hey yo yo,wassup homo,get the fuck off the game

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Word, absence will make the heart grow

With the mic he let 'em know, yo

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

This is all my flow

My fist cracked on impact yo,

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Yo yo yo, lets bring it from the top down, the only way is down from here,

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal