This is a song about "Hookers mom"

And all of that was okay

Right to wear your mom stay

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Can't tell mom the same thang

Like fuck it man

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

So let me tell you about this guy

It was his mom i made cry