This is a song about "Your mom is a hoe"

Turn up the heat, cause your word's will phase me as much as a hoe tweet/

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Im darker than riddick! my mom is a critic!

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

Now them broads gon' follow

So you can thank your hoe…

Tats no dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Trophy//is not taking a shower when your mom pussy juices soak me//i'ma live