This is a song about "I love my mum"

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

And i don't make no bed rock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Better yet they work my every nerve

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

"i love you!" it was my biggest blunder

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I love it when my opponents spit emotionally

I love her and this is why she's my favourite love song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,