This is a song about "Moms spegetti"

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

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

Shooting down moms and wives

This is how she want to live

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I remember waking to my moms

Still living home with ya moms/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

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

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms