This is a song about "Soccor moms"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

O wait...your moms already did/

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

She was the queen of the club

It was hard for me and moms growing up

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I remember waking to my moms

Shooting down moms and wives

What we gotta do to survive