This is a song about "My moma"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

I ain't interested in fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/