This is a song about "Your moms a bicth"

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

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Shooting down moms and wives

Been spending most our lives

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

Your moms pussy was so good we didn't get passed the lobby,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Still living home with ya moms/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms