This is a song about "Mommas"

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

Ha, running rebel on another level

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

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

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

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

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

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