This is a song about "Good moms"

You just working with the scraps you was given

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder

Let me rideuntil i get free

I made your moms ass rosy

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

I was born to do the damn thing

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun