This is a song about "Your mom hoe"

Call me whatever joe

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

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

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Right to wear your mom stay

But i - somehow, some way

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Told your hoe to just suck up on my cock tip,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit