This is a song about "Caring fort your mom"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

So i don't kid around like i'm searchin for surrogates

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Right to wear your mom stay

Do it, okay, okay

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.