This is a song about "Me my mother riding in the shevy"

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Best believe tho i drizzled your mother in my pee

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Something worth dying for

Mother, o my mother

Got his mother in all black sobbin, at the hearse,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Trying to catch me riding dirty

And i got a little big, keep it low key

A mother serving time in the years

The deepest of your feelings