This is a song about "On my moma"

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side

I begging on my knees,

Got her going down, no teeth

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Start to work on my libido

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Gotta take my dreams on

Heart made of stone

Did it all on my own

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And now these hoes are on my line

I put my raps on vine,