This is a song about "Mean moms"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Look inside my closet

And i mean it (and i mean it)

On they twitter writing novels, see

I made your moms ass rosy

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Shooting down moms and wives

Hop in and let me test drive

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I remember waking to my moms