This is a song about "Your mok m"

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

To liberate yourself, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Rated "m" for mature,

Make a freak whore, detour

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!