This is a song about "Momma hustlin"

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Looking at your money

One day my momma told me

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

My momma needed a new crib

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'