This is a song about "Mommas"

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Straight g thing, double m g thing

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

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

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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