This is a song about "Mommy wadnt there"

Even though,its nothing compared to your mommy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Dont got time for ya mommy

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/

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..

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

Who got three dick sucks straight from your mommy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key