This is a song about "Moms house"

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Than other people do in their entire house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Know i go ham lika brick house/

I remember waking to my moms

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Still living home with ya moms/

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention