This is a song about "My mon"

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

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

That is my wish, my fantasy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine