This is a song about "People mom"

I got some fire and shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Right to wear your mom stay

Round my motherfuckin way

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Your last man was semi pro

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

We back on these highways moving cakes

When you took my hand up so calm

Well go cry to your mom

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

My mom is so hardworking,

So if i talk down to a man

Can't tell mom the same thang