This is a song about "Best mum"

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago