This is a song about "Help my mom"

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Couldnt go to mom and get help cause she was worse

I can't keep running away

You know help me find my way

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

My mom gave me two selections

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Cant help my actions, they come natural

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though