This is a song about "Your mums clit"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

On behalf of the better half

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Balling, but it’s not a game

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

I spit rhymes so profound it make your clit drip

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Lower than my credit score

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Your mums pussy ill stick to

I'm coming home with you

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate