This is a song about "Your mom"

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

But did you think about your mom,

Tats no dey for my arm

While writing a respond, ask your mom for help

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad