This is a song about "Your motherfuckin mom and son"

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

And i mean every motherfuckin word

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

People are starving, you talking bout balling

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ha, in your loophole though

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue