This is a song about "Your moms calling back"

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

So dig that,go back to your room,daddy's back

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

That's why your girl keeps calling

I ain't with the talking

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I made your moms ass rosy

All we need is convienient love

So im calling your bluff

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

I remember waking to my moms

And i'm still hurtin over pops