This is a song about "Your moms"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Still living home with ya moms/

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

They say we living in troubled times

Shooting down moms and wives

I made your moms ass rosy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free