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

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

If you turn me off bitch be prepared to be leaving

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated

My mom gave me two selections

Cause we been off them slave ships