This is a song about "Mean moms"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I know the world been waiting for that

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I remember waking to my moms

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

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,