This is a song about "My bitch mom"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

But nah, he is quite different

My mom and pops didn't want me

Bitch, they call it motor city

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

I'm in love with your business

I always lived without my mom but i know she loves me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Malia family, we the family