This is a song about "Your momma nipple"

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Forfeit, just like your momma who tried to have you aborted.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

And it's well known that rell home

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

As i nibble on the nipple that's feeding me these symbols

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will