This is a song about "To mom"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Mom wasn't as innocent as she wanted me to see

Didn't ya mom tell ya not to take the gun way,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

Well go cry to your mom

When you took my hand up so calm

Never listened to his mom, but always stayed in line

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.