This is a song about "Worst moms"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I remember waking to my moms

Im seated by the floor

Money is worst than a war

And the worst thing about them,

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hurt in the worst possible diction

First off congratulations on the win

Always hopin' for the worst

Nigga, fuck the world

Still living home with ya moms/

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

March first was simply the worst

I woke up screaming, fuck the world