This is a song about "Momma i mad it"

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Ain't even tryna hold back

People said i was mad

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

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

People mad, i want to destroy the peace, i've had it,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Big said it, more money more ills

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.