This is a song about "Moms spaggeti"

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I made your moms ass rosy

What them tippers don't see

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

I remember waking to my moms

I like bitches in air maxes without socks