This is a song about "You mom"

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ima keep that on the low

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

I saw ya mom at cathedrals prayin that the devil dont see you

But did you think about your mom,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

They infiltrate our homes, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

This is like love, that you can never get

Without your love it's cold as fuck

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue