This is a song about "Your momma"

My momma needed a new crib

He might have the same whip

Bitches is artificially duck

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Now there's using your head, momma always said

So i guess you think you grown

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Momma said shut up and come downwards

Singing my life with his words