This is a song about "Your mom is my bitch"

And i don't make no bed rock

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

While your bitch is winking behind your back

Your mom jumped on this cock

It’s hip-hop, not pop

She go say i bad like saddam

So i thanks for my mom

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My mom screamed at me so i sliced off her tits and said "listen bitch quit havin fits"

But did you think about your mom,

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose