This is a song about "Fuck you mom you never hear for me"

I'm not a criminal, so what the fuck you take me for?

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Now all my people can you hear me

But five years from now i bet she see

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Shit with our whole family

Now all my people can you hear me

Yo i hope you can hear me homey wherever you are

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

To me and as a banshee you better hear you see

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You hear me sneaking down dont you hear that shimmy