This is a song about "Your moms dead"

Dead they chose money over your head"

I work hard for everything i get

But make sure if they do see

I made your moms ass rosy

So you better run away cause if i reach you your dead,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

O wait...your moms already did/

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

Kick back and know yo son set

Dead they chose money over your head"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Your being pushed into the dead sea