This is a song about "Mommas"

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

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

To dream is to live life’s full potential

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack