This is a song about "Ma homiez"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Isabella, ma bella

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

I'll never call you bitch again

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

She can't be my mother

Lost ma mother and my brother

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Fucking hoes, no strings attached