This is a song about "Unwed teenage mothers"

A boy, mothers mothering... they belong to the mad

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Nasesscity/ mothers family talked shit/ i can never be fixed/

Ahahah that use to be my favorite movie

I was born rough, i left scars on my mothers pussy

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

Wetter than a swish and i never miss