This is a song about "My bitchy mom"

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

When you took my hand up so calm

So i thanks for my mom

Walk that body, talk that body

My mom and pops didn't want me

Put the purp in the blunt

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

At least not until my mom leaves

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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase