This is a song about "Disappointed mom"

Strapped up attacking mom nature

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

See i let my nigga split that

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

That's the window into the sky

It was his mom i made cry

Your mom walks in and says good morning

People are starving, you talking bout balling

My mom, it was the bomb,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But did you think about your mom,

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