This is a song about "My mamma"

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of gun

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Grab my knife and my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Stir up all these feelings inside of her