This is a song about "Being with my mom"

Jesus i love you with every fiber of my being you know it, its hard for

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

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

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

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

See being with you forever was never my intention.

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win