This is a song about "Your moms nipples"

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,

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

Burberry, quite a hell

And moms, she raised me well...

O wait...your moms already did/

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Let me rideuntil i get free

I made your moms ass rosy

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I remember waking to my moms

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots