This is a song about "Grindin for my moms"

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

I rap for the single moms supporting their dreams,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Grindin, no way man, i'm not the same man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good