This is a song about "Being a mom at"

But seemingly believe it though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Get a call from my mom, one love/

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Or was i just a desolate being

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I saw ya mom at cathedrals prayin that the devil dont see you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue