This is a song about "I got aids from my mom"

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'm trying to echo the tweet i just got from my misunderstand

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Don't blame my mom, she got fired over some bullshit

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

I take cover from the view cause i don't want to catch aids too!

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.