This is a song about "Fat moms"

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Shows to do, got record to sell

And moms, she raised me well...

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You pull up in parking lots

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I remember waking to my moms

And when this beat drops, your heart stops