This is a song about "Your moms ass"

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

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

I'll have your grumpy ass refrigerated,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass

I made your moms ass rosy

But five years from now i bet she see

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

I splash your dirty ass,

Bring your pen and your weed stash