This is a song about "Atlas mom"

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

You grounded like mom is you serious?

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Your mom jumped on this cock

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"