This is a song about "Your mother sarah"

Inhospitable like your mother

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

While your fat ass mother made you babysit

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And while i’m in your mother,

Come there, if your mother is around.

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round