This is a song about "Loving my mom"

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You get close but no cigar

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Take her back to where i live

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Loving you is clouding my head