This is a song about "Mum dying"

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Im living every second that im dying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

And dying every second im living

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

So i can finally say to mum

I don't care what it did to them

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

After all the times i preferred dying.

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing