This is a song about "His mom"

Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly

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

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

So get up off that slave ship

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip

When his mom leave me i'll have her limpin',

I know that love it could begin

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

My mom gave me two selections

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Said when i do dirt wit her

Strapped up attacking mom nature