This is a song about "Good moms"

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

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

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Together all the timethought it was true love

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing