This is a song about "My momma"

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

My momma is saying are you deaf or blind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux