This is a song about "Moms and dads"

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

O wait...your moms already did/

To see you and you hated

And every time i hear my moms phone ring

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

What them tippers don't see

My dads a liability

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

But make sure if they do see

But my dads a different story

You fine as hell

And moms, she raised me well...