This is a song about "Mom dead"

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Nobody ain't own us yet

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Holla out my set

Even when my dreams are dead

My god come before this bread

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Like night of the living dead

Tats no dey for my arm

But did you think about your mom,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Boom! now that she is dead

Or who did, cause i did

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"