This is a song about "Mom leaving"

This is to my unborn child

Leaving all this behind

Mamasita mamasita, why you leaving again

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

So we just kept leaving

Questioning the whole meaning

It's the reality of leaving,

Now this is what i call an evening

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But did you think about your mom,

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Just let it chill joe

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

So yall people best be leaving