This is a song about "Your mom hoe"

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Get rough with me, that night flow

So you can thank your hoe…

You can disown him or stone him

I wish your mom had an abortion

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Your mom walks in and says good morning