This is a song about "Loving my mom"

My mom, it was the bomb,

That's word to my mom

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

I said i'm hurting her

Loving you is my pleasure

Loving you is clouding my head

Cutting me this worthless check

And her smile lit up the room

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender

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

At least not until my mom leaves

In private, not public in the streets

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home