This is a song about "Mom dad no money"

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

It’s not a game, hold your dame

No more money, no more fame

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

No money no talk,no energy no walk

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I've no dad for a good influence,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad