This is a song about "Dead beat mom"

But did you think about your mom,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

My mom gave me two selections

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

First off congratulations on the win

Can't beat the beat generation

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Get you high, keep it on the low

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Can't tell mom the same thang

Tats no dey for my arm

I finally got a girl, mom!/