This is a song about "Mommas"

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

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

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

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that