This is a song about "Mom i luv u"

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

She used used tbe my luv my luv now she just runin away wit her friends far away

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I aint going hard on u....

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

All on the furniture with no regards

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you