This is a song about "Fighting with my mother"

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Mother, o my mother

I’ll never use a rubber

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

I had a good day with my mother/ i felt love when i hugged her/

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I also carry traits from my mother,

My own mother for emberassing me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Figurely argue with my mother,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Currently back livin with my mother

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope