This is a song about "Thanking your mom"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I wish your mom had an abortion

But did you think about your mom,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit