This is a song about "Rapping my mom"

So i thanks for my mom

Tats no dey for my arm

My mom gave me two selections

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I think it excited her

My rapping is ether

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

At least not until my mom leaves

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

I'm just rapping my true voice

I went to school with the white boys