This is a song about "A mom"

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

How do you expect, a broke single mom to feed

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You get close but no cigar

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

But you hate them navel kisses

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Alcohol and booty calls

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy