This is a song about "Your mom s vagina"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

You based your life off of 50's shit

Well, i can handle that

My nigga for life though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

You can use your balls and fuse it into a vagina.

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama