This is a song about "Mom always being there"

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

See, i got a obligation to always being elevated

But there was something about this chick, being away from her

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Remind me who was always fucking there?

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait