This is a song about "Moms spaghetti"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I made your moms ass rosy

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Got a flock full of dimes

Shooting down moms and wives

And bad bitches give me head and tell

And moms, she raised me well...

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops