This is a song about "The mom"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Mom would call the cops but wouldn't leave a trace

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Can't tell mom the same thang

You gotta let these shits go, man

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad