This is a song about "Step moms"

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I made your moms ass rosy

Hopin' that my niggas see

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I remember waking to my moms

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial