This is a song about "Mom s"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A thug niggas in tha house