This is a song about "I fucking hate my mom"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And give my mom the world if i could

I hate your fucking guts.

Where you welcome to problems

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

When you're hearing i my lines, i know you hate them

And my momma keep smoking that shit

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,

●i dont fucking sell my soul

18 year sentence with no parole

She go say i bad like saddam

So i thanks for my mom