This is a song about "Momma hustlin"

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

But we should be body to body

One day my momma told me

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

You don't mean that, you faggot

My momma needed a new crib

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Momma said i am a hell

Shows to do, got record to sell