This is a song about "Mom and god"

My mom and pops didn't want me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Now i ain't a chemist but yo mom and me got chemistry

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

And a god ive become

Something wicked this way come

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

And i like my marijuana bright

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"