This is a song about "Mom beating me up"

I'll be beating this beat up like solomon grundy

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

That damier bag i bought her

Strapped up attacking mom nature

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Shes always crazy az fuck such a goddamn rebel, fuck her shes trouble,

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

My mom gave me two selections

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Cheating, up beating, did he? yup.

What, what ... project shit what

My mom and pops didn't want me

We might be back in this baby