This is a song about "Moms spagetyi"

To see you and you hated

O wait...your moms already did/

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

And moms, she raised me well...

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops