This is a song about "Marks mum"

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

A foster mum while they

I've got so much to say

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

Hoes row got beans in them

I care for you more than my mum

You know that love is a very serious thing

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing