This is a song about "Mommas"

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

So pretentious with no potential

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins