This is a song about "Peoples mums"

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

As i light one for ill will

Oftentimes i read peoples raps like yeah it was fine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

We don't believe you, you need more people

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face