This is a song about "Mom kicking me out"

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

Yo i be kicking them lyrics

The youngest of my mother kids

And my mom put me right down to sleep

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

But me and my mom poor all at the very same time

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

You know that love is a very serious thing

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Mom wasn't as innocent as she wanted me to see