This is a song about "Best mom"

Your mom walks in and says good morning

But he don't rule a thing

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

But did you think about your mom,

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

It was his mom i made cry

I'll meet you in the sky

As: other plans got in the way

Right to wear your mom stay

Tats no dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

My mom gave me two selections

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"