This is a song about "Loving moms with god"

Imma mystery man who sheds light with my lines of a god,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Still living home with ya moms/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

She is oh so lovely with eyes that have such a loving stare

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

With her mind, i'm loving her and that's that

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

While pleading with their god asking if it is their time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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