This is a song about "Your mom"

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

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

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And today we're still in chains

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

But i remain the good kid

Your mom would rather raise a maggot