This is a song about "Your mom"

Right to wear your mom stay

After that, she say

While writing a respond, ask your mom for help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

And today we're still in chains

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

She go say i bad like saddam

Well go cry to your mom