This is a song about "Fucking moms"

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I remember waking to my moms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition