This is a song about "Your mom"

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

And she gives them a blow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

One verse is all it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,