This is a song about "Mom works hard"

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

But that's because my brain works opposite

I never crack i got that chap stick

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

At first sight, you'd say i ain't got the works, right?

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

But that bitch works up the audacity to tell me who i