This is a song about "Moms and dads"

But my dads a different story

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

I remember waking to my moms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Burberry, quite a hell

And moms, she raised me well...

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps