This is a song about "Your mom food"

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

I wish your mom had an abortion

And they all mint condition

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep