This is a song about "Your mam"

I got that goodman game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Sky high, iced out paradise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Some old bitch that we did before

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

It's moe, all i need is more chips