This is a song about "Kyles mom"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But did you think about your mom,

Dreamin on a lullaby

It was his mom i made cry

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith