This is a song about "Moms spaghetti"

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

And moms, she raised me well...

This is heaven on hell

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms