This is a song about "Abusive mom"

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I said fuck that im not abusive, been doin it for a while, you know writin music?

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Can't tell mom the same thang

I'mma live and die in cali

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Cause i'd be damned if i find out you receiving abusive head

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Back up on my fly shit