This is a song about "Growning up with an angry mother"

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gonna hit your head off with an echo, line you up and set yo, in position

Hey brother hope you been checking up our mother,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

I write these angry raps on my paper to try and open up,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

I dropped another classic