This is a song about "Mother and son english to hidh"

See with a district columbia vision

Just pray to the lord, and you'll be just fine, son.

Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

Blow trees like a hurricane

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

He was very clever in english science and math