This is a song about "I wanna make my momma proud get good grades and i cant talk to girls because of my anxiety"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

3 billion girls, guess i need to get my groove on

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I will make something i'm proud of

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

My trigga told me "get em" and i told him that "i got em good"

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids