This is a song about "I do it for my momma"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I do this for my uptown politicians

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I do it for the birds

They ask me what i do it for

The shit that i spit is more

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I wasn't ready for the impact it would do.

Im greedy when i eat, so my momma always late,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

I don't do it for others i just do it for me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart