This is a song about "Mom i love yo"

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

I wish your mom had an abortion

You can disown him or stone him

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Don't get me wrong though yo i love to read your fuckin crap

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

'cuz no matter the weather, yo, it's all the same love

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama