This is a song about "Trains rain mom prisons and trucks"

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Im sayin one night my love is like that

They infiltrate our homes, africa

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I'm going off the top of the brain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I never fit in with them light skins

So now they making millions off of prisons

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom