This is a song about "Mean moms"

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

O wait...your moms already did/

Wahlberg +shooter+, young flow fluid

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

You all niggas ain't even on my level

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Still living home with ya moms/

And bad bitches give me head and tell

And moms, she raised me well...

And i mean it (and i mean it)

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box