This is a song about "Your mother is the best"

This is not the 8 mother fuckers no its the 9 mile

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Bottled water is the best way to be

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

When we not in summer

Now i gotta fuck your mother

Success is best/unless the stress

I'm hoping i confess

Go home to your mother

I think it excited her

Sayin your the best but really all you is is comedy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Yo that bitch think he is the best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest