This is a song about "Moms spaghetti"

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

Let me call that hotel

And moms, she raised me well...

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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