This is a song about "My mom s wedding"

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

My mom is so hardworking,

Know that it’s god working

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

I'm everything that they call nice

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy