This is a song about "Mom always being there"

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Just the fact of being there

Throw your money in the air

When i need u, you're always there

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Remind me who was always fucking there?

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

See, i got a obligation to always being elevated

They all say the same thing, they’ll always be there for me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free