This is a song about "Fake artist on the internet"

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Fake mc's the opposition, i'm on top position

Artist on the bottom in present and past tense.

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Sword artist valerian steel i wields the sharpest

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

On my canvas i'm an artist i seek earths core for stardust