This is a song about "Dead mom"

My mom gave me two selections

Cause we been off them slave ships

Right to wear your mom stay

But keep them cigarettes away

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Give us this day, our daily bread

That rap is mostly dead/

Just take control if you can

Can't tell mom the same thang

Well go cry to your mom

This rapping is just a charm

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Woo-hah, got you all in check