This is a song about "Kams mom"

Well go cry to your mom

No tats dey for my arm

You grounded like mom is you serious?

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

But he don't rule a thing

My mom is so hardworking,

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

One time for the 305, though

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

My mom was too drunk and exhausted