This is a song about "Dissapoint mom"

It's the perfect plan

Can't tell mom the same thang

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

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

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Although thought that we would grow

Okay man you do the drop

Your mom jumped on this cock

My mom gave me two selections

Now, nigga, it’s the prince