This is a song about "Bad mom"

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

My mom, it was the bomb,

When you took my hand up so calm

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You grounded like mom is you serious?

Can't tell mom the same thang

Stood out like pootie tang

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ballin til the buzzer blow