This is a song about "Hate about my mom"

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Believe my mom still needs a new car

See, i like the person that you are

Dont care about the hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Im washin off another plate

Dont care about the hate

My mom and pops didn't want me

Summertime in the city

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

But five years from now i bet she see

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

You a lady boss, now you fly free