This is a song about "Mommy wadnt there"

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

Then get some back to mommy

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Mommy got me thinking i should be a lord

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

And me mommy had no hope we was really sick