This is a song about "Your bich mom"

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

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Your mom walks in and says good morning

They are not confident when im talking

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits