This is a song about "Your moms a bicth"

Still living home with ya moms/

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

O wait...your moms already did/

To see you and you hated

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

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

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I act like moms would give a shit anyway/

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks