This is a song about "Kelly s mom"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

This should be illegal man

Can't tell mom the same thang