This is a song about "Your moms a bicth"

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I remember waking to my moms

It's evil, people feel like they're stuck in a system, moms clutching their children

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Heard the sound of several gun shots

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

I want to feel her in every way

I act like moms would give a shit anyway/