This is a song about "Mom left"

'till there's nothin' left.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Your mom walks in and says good morning

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

See i let my nigga split that

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

So if you done with these beijing games

So if they better than the kid

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

But did you think about your mom,

This rapping is just a charm