This is a song about "Mom i your only son"

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

And they all mint condition

I wish your mom had an abortion

Ok i hear you talkin

I'm scary aren't i son

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

Your mom and dad on the list,so i make the tryst,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest