This is a song about "Mommy"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

It involves a mighty deity, by the n. n.name, yahweh.

Dont got time for ya mommy

Hopin' that my niggas see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

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

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see