This is a song about "Moms house"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

I made your moms ass rosy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

From the projects to the penthouse

Know i go ham lika brick house/

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And moms, she raised me well...

You fine as hell

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops