This is a song about "Your mom"

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I wish your mom had an abortion

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

These bitches appear quicker than state farm

But did you think about your mom,