This is a song about "There mom"

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

My sim card's the bomb

So i thanks for my mom

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Right to wear your mom stay

But keep them cigarettes away

You grounded like mom is you serious?

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius