This is a song about "Still at moms"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Shooting down moms and wives

Yet you still looked at me in disgust, started to run away/

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I made your moms ass rosy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Still living home with ya moms/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,