This is a song about "Mom not coming around"

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Always think where your going not where you're coming from

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

He sent a subtle text, not knowing what's coming next

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Tryna rule all the cash around me, but it's not easy

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

But i'm coming back around like a relapse, get it?

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute