This is a song about "Mean moms"

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

You just working with the scraps you was given

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

The world seems strange at times

Shooting down moms and wives

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love