This is a song about "Moms spaghetti"

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

Cause this album pack enough evil

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And moms, she raised me well...

You fine as hell

It was hard for me and moms growing up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club