This is a song about "Gonna make momma proud"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I'll make y'all proud cause i ain't rappin' silly

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

That the pope, ain't gonna make anything fair, you just beter beware

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And i was gonna make it official,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

One day everything i say is gonna make perfect sense

The way i make the bombs drop is gonna render you defenseless

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around