This is a song about "Good moms"

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

You just working with the scraps you was given

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

O wait...your moms already did/

I'm why she get excited

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I made your moms ass rosy

All day longdo it like tony