This is a song about "My mama don t want me"

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Beef: i hammer mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Mama hides me in the basement

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and