This is a song about "Moms"

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

And moms, she raised me well...

Burberry, quite a hell

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I do mind when i hear they moms crying