This is a song about "Mom not coming around"

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Im coming of age but im still not mature,

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

Or you're just turnin' around when it's not green?

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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