This is a song about "Moms and dads"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

And every time i hear my moms phone ring

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

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

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

And moms, she raised me well...

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

The world looking out, they on the front row

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Still living home with ya moms/