This is a song about "Your moms calling back"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

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

So im'ma stand at your back

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