This is a song about "Moms spagett"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Together all the timethought it was true love

This is heaven on hell

And moms, she raised me well...

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz