This is a song about "Moms spaggeti"

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

And getting money is the song i sing

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I remember waking to my moms

You pull up in parking lots

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor