This is a song about "Hot mom"

Then take it down slow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

I fucking hate this job

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Her mom takin that crap

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

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

Right to wear your mom stay

Underrated some would say

We back on these highways moving cakes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Murdered every bod from my squad

My sim card's the bomb

Well go cry to your mom