This is a song about "Peoples mums"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

He made me see the truths about peoples lies and their sins

Your mums pussy ill stick to

He ain't give a fuck about you

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother