This is a song about "Cumming on your mom"

While writing a respond, ask your mom for help

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And today we're still in chains

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

But did you think about your mom,