This is a song about "My mommah"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Know it good when she go no hands

Yeah i ain't done

Grab my knife and my gun

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

As i coordinate the perfect feature

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise