This is a song about "My bitch mom"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Them people, they talking

My mom is so hardworking,

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But whos that lady im with? look again, thats your mom bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

I got stacks all in my charm

So i thanks for my mom