This is a song about "Mommy wadnt there"

They say i talk like im god body

I got three bitches and one is ya mommy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

And me mommy had no hope we was really sick

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.