This is a song about "Moms spagetti"

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Shooting down moms and wives

When i get my hands on nines

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Still living home with ya moms/

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I'm the biggest mistake in my moms life/ nothing but a lost

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding