This is a song about "Love you mom"

Baby you know i love you

Why we gotta argue

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

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

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

It's just textbook stuff

To liberate yourself, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Ships that sail to distant places