This is a song about "Moms spagett"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

And moms, she raised me well...

This is heaven on hell

You pull up in parking lots

Still living home with ya moms/

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

O wait...your moms already did/

I'm why she get excited

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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