This is a song about "Momma raised me like this"

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Raised catholic so i can bless this

And i can't help but notice

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I've raised a flame filled guillotine, just please...remember me

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers