This is a song about "Raised only by momma"

Super magic, abracadabra kid

My momma needed a new crib

Do you see the generation that we've raised,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

But lately i've been lyin' to her.she the only one that love me.she raised me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues