This is a song about "Your mom 2k"

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Right to wear your mom stay

You make a nigga's night turn day

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

While you were playing 2k on your xbox, my pencil was erasing lines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit