This is a song about "Kalebs mom"

As: other plans got in the way

Right to wear your mom stay

My mom gave me two selections

I was playing with guns

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Got it matching though

My mom, it was the bomb,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

So i thanks for my mom

No tats dey for my arm

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home