This is a song about "Your mums vagiuna"

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

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Time after time, again and again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?