This is a song about "Mommy"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

"mommy i can rap!" oh swell son, that's nice

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

My mommy my mommy wont let me have cake until i eat my broccoli..

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

How beautiful are thou, africa

Time to get your mommy out here to defend ya

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Making you run back home to lil mommy

I see you have mommy issues but put on your muzzle.

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Didn't hit me that she wasn't the same mommy