This is a song about "My mum being a btich"

I believed in a higher being.

And getting money is the song i sing

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

Magic city tipping them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

See for me its like crime never paid,all it ever did was leave my mum in a rage,

More like the mixtape presidentbarack o'drama!it was definitely time for change

I care for you more than my mum

I’m effervescent, just ask them