This is a song about "You r mom"

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

I done your mom whats wrong you just found out she can suck a dong?

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm