This is a song about "Your mok m"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Picture a place that they exist, together

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Thinks they can play in my m-o