This is a song about "1950"

If i wasn't feeling school, she said stay home, your sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

But unfortunately she was taken away from michael.... mamma..

Words don't compare to the feelings we feel inside.

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight