This is a song about "Hot moms"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I remember waking to my moms

Here i go again, searching for love

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

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

This is heaven on hell

And moms, she raised me well...

We can play twister naked

O wait...your moms already did/

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box