This is a song about "My mom no curse"

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

As my record label nitpicks at this

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

No ordinary her mom i was throat fucking, my dick she was whore sucking

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Enforce, i'm elegant and