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

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

And while i’m in your mother,

Huh, i can't interpret her

He was very clever in english science and math

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

And to my mother i apologise sincerely cause i

Tryna find the one

To be throwing the hand’s son”

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Now let me talk to you son,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun