This is a song about "Nam s mom"

So i thanks for my mom

I got stacks all in my charm

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Can't tell mom the same thang

But did you think about your mom,

No tats dey for my arm

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Like curses on the radio

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold

Bad, just like an 80's car

I don’t care where ya are