This is a song about "Single moms"

Shooting down moms and wives

Short days, long nights

O wait...your moms already did/

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Still living home with ya moms/

Movin from single to double

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

I know you're mad, but so what

And not giving one single fuck

Who comes here to mingle when their single

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol