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

I'll kick you in your motherfuckin' butt nigga,

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

I'm after you bringing traffic through

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And left stupid like your mom when she got smacked up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And beer as long as your mom is here! my

Your mom walks in and says good morning

They clapping and we balling