This is a song about "Best mom"

So i thanks for my mom

No tats dey for my arm

Can't tell mom the same thang

Hoppin' out a van

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

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

Bitch i'm the shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

I have so much to say

Right to wear your mom stay

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best