This is a song about "Zacks mom"

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

It was his mom i made cry

We was high school peers, in junior high

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

So i thanks for my mom

My sim card's the bomb

Strapped up attacking mom nature

But that's what he liked her

Can't tell mom the same thang

Still the man with the pan

You grounded like mom is you serious?

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Your mom walks in and says good morning

They clapping and we balling