This is a song about "Your moms a bicth"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Moms addicted to methadone,so since a youngin i was left alone

Still living home with ya moms/

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

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Would drop a bomb to kill ya moms and laughing when its on the news

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

When moms held me down in a lock from a gripper

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Shooting down moms and wives

All the time with this glock of mines