This is a song about "Fighting with my mother"

Let me rideuntil i get free

My mother abandoned me

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

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

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And then raped my mother,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But you’re my fucking mother

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I rathered you than my father or mother

And then along came the wrong man for her