This is a song about "Your mom got fucked"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Like the rapist, who fucked your mom when he laced it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

And yall niggas the right flow

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

Tats no dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

And left stupid like your mom when she got smacked up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"