This is a song about "Mean moms"

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

And i mean it (and i mean it)

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

See these lights got me on another level

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

I'm the biggest mistake in my moms life/ nothing but a lost

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms