Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
While writing a respond, ask your mom for help
I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids
Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.
Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/
Often wonder to myself where the day's gone
Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,
I was playing with guns
I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup
My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up
Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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