This is a song about "My mom not being here for me"

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Cause my own isn't enough for me not one to be conceited

And beer as long as your mom is here! my

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Start dissing, just listen to my vision, not here for money,

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

My pops never gave me props for what im not

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Guess i cant be me or not being me

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans