This is a song about "My life my mom"

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

And beer as long as your mom is here! my

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

And what i done just ain't enough

Get a call from my mom, one love/

At least not until my mom leaves

In private, not public in the streets

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Than the muse of a family

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

And get caught, in the moment