This is a song about "Praxxxs dead mom"

When you took my hand up so calm

Well go cry to your mom

Nobody ain't own us yet

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

Like night of the living dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

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

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

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My mom, it was the bomb,