[Verse 1] The Son
I'm on my grind
Yo, this ain't a hobby
They callin' me Tate
Like where's your Bugatti
I'm into your mom
Like, where is your mommy
She hitting me up
And she telling me sorry

[Interlude] The Mother & (The Son)
What the hell is this trash?
(Uh, uh, I was just trying to rap)
Uh, uh, well you should stop
You're terrible
(But mom, I wanna rap)
But you suck, even I'm better than you
(Wait, what?)
Drop the beat, bitch
(Music starts)
This is for all the Asians that have a dream
Stop dreaming, and study, you stupid

(Chorus) The Mother
Why my son can't be the doctor
The doctor, yeah
Why my son can't be the doctor
The doctor
He don't get the A+
He get the B
'Cause my son a failure, McDonald Employee
He don't eat the noodle or the kimchi
So I go beat him up
And say my dog stepped on a bee
(Verse 2) The Mother & (The Son)
Amber Heard vibe, yeah
This is what I want
My son try to be white, yeah
He go eat the croissant
All the Asian moms laugh at me
And want response
So I go to his room
And see the lotion and the socks
Ooh
My son so dumb and I hate him too
(Wait, huh?)
He need to be like Kim Jong-Un
(Wait, huh?)
He call me mom, but I say "Who?"
(Mama)
What's an accident, I say it's you

(Bridge) The Mother
Report card says he's getting the B
Getting the C, getting the D
Getting the C, getting the D
Getting the D, getting the D
Getting the D
What, what the, hold on, hold on
You just love the D, don't you?
(Chorus) The Mother
Why my son can't be the doctor
The doctor, yeah
Why my son can't be the doctor
The doctor
Dance or I kill you
Why my son can't be the doctor
The doctor
Why my son can't be the doctor
The doctor