This is a song about "Nigga be triping on my mom"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

Nigga be on the wall gettin nailed

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Fucking on some bitch, i got my peen in her v nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom