This is a song about "Moms and dads"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Still living home with ya moms/

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

You fine as hell

And moms, she raised me well...

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen