This is a song about "You got no mom"

You say i got no skill?

That's aids to the ill

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

To increase my ends

And you ain't got no friends

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

Here they keep a rachet close

You niggas aint got no hoes

And you aint got no breasts

I think you and your friends