This is a song about "Your fat mom"

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

I’m first class on my trip trip

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

I can't keep running away

Right to wear your mom stay

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

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat