This is a song about "My moma"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My words are my rhythm

They had a hell of a run

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

My tires align with the play, but the times out

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets