This is a song about "Fronts mom"

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Soldiers acting brave to put up fronts make sure they stay on it,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm

Here i go again, searching for love

You grounded like mom is you serious?

Your mom jumped on this cock

He say, she say." oh my god

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ok you think a nigga shallow