This is a song about "Mom leaving me at birth"

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

The science and the art, africa

It was just the four of us uptown corners

For sure, you were made special at birth.

Between the battle starting, and me leaving the whole place

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Is slowly fucking leaving me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

But i do quite well with all the bait

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,