This is a song about "Nic crosbies mom"

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Than the muse of a family

Right to wear your mom stay

Tell me how can we live this way

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Your mom jumped on this cock

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

So get up off that slave ship

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Well go cry to your mom

When you took my hand up so calm