This is a song about "Fighting with my mother"

Sent it to my wife's mother expecting i'd get way with it,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Fighting it with courage

I feel they praisin too much

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I also carry traits from my mother,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Mother, o my mother

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

You is not hip then i can not coach her

But you’re my fucking mother

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words