This is a song about "Fighting drugs gangs sorrow forgiveness killing crazypeople mom dad"

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

We didn’t even getta choose our mom or dad

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

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

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money