This is a song about "Youre mom"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Shit in her head youre nothing youre just shit

You think youre lil wayne

I'm going off the top of the brain

Youre witnessing the 6th deadly venom

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Enough things to make youre mind scream

And i put you on the team

So i thanks for my mom

Tats no dey for my arm

Let's put it on cruise control

And youre no longer whole.

Youre a burning match

Loud addition purple patch

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe