This is a song about "Mistreating my mom"

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Or know them testament verses

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

At least not until my mom leaves

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

The jiggas and the tips

My mom gave me two selections

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day