This is a song about "Mother rejection"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Just wanted to impose my complete rejection

Mother, o my mother

I thought i recognized her

Go home to your mother

Let me change the temperature

Mother, o my mother!

I ain't did shit officer

Currently back livin with my mother

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Maybe then you'll start sellin your rap albums to the youngins rather than rejection

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The replacement of the word "mother"

Class is in session

Im prone to rejection