This is a song about "Your mom s tits"

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Your mom jumped on this cock

That's all i got

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

But did you think about your mom,

When you took my hand up so calm

Until your tits fall off into your lap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

We back on these highways moving cakes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Slice your bitch open, and pour icing over her tits and lick em off,