This is a song about "Being with my mom"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

She's just trying to raise me, concerned with my well-being,

Cause after all the lights and screams

At least not until my mom leaves

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

How they say that we not working

My mom is so hardworking,