This is a song about "A single mother with no help"

No wonder why mother

I said i'm hurting her

A single so common

So now she picks up the gun

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

And not a single day goes by

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Kbric surfaced, killer with the lyrics, every single bar savage hundred no gimmicks

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Carol city or was it the west

Currently back livin with my mother

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

There's not a single imperfection.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin