This is a song about "Single moms"

Still living home with ya moms/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

With a honey in the middle

Who comes here to mingle when their single

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I thought it'd get better but

And not giving one single fuck

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I remember waking to my moms

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

And when this beat drops, your heart stops