This is a song about "Mom i love you"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

You know i love you right,

Ma i fucking love you

Don't fuck around and make it true

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Baby you know i love you

What preceded was the clue

Hopin' that my niggas see

And you know i love you baby

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I saw ya mom at cathedrals prayin that the devil dont see you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

But i aint sick i did love you