This is a song about "Moms spagett"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I remember waking to my moms

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last