This is a song about "Mom works hard"

Need to send murks after you that works true

And all the while i think of you

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

He works hard, and so is the family, even when depressing

Inspiration works two-fold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Works quicker than anti-depressants, get the picture

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

It's bazaar how this world works and how we're designed

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child