This is a song about "Mom dead"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

My mom gave me two selections

I got stacks all in my charm

But did you think about your mom,

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Like night of the living dead

Right to wear your mom stay

Got problems, what? i can't say

Smack another person dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

I respect that you don't know yet

You all should be fukn dead

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Your mom blows, she's a hoe