This is a song about "Mean momma"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Brotha lynch may be mean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Whats non compos mentis mean?

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Amen, they say you only live once

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous