This is a song about "My stupid crazy bum chic mom"

Get a call from my mom, one love/

But you hate them navel kisses

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Me my crew are crazy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My shit could make a bum strip.

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm