This is a song about "Mean momma"

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Now what will momma do, she's alone,

Playin with fire is a danger zone

This is like love, that you can never get

Now there's using your head, momma always said

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Know i just call it head phone

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Whats non compos mentis mean?

For thinking you clean