This is a song about "Good mom s"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

The outline which you n****s out dated

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

This rapping is just a charm

So i thanks for my mom