This is a song about "To mom"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Then they both went to the mall to get their mom a card of a apology

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I've become immune to you no name haters

Couldnt go to mom and get help cause she was worse

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Mom wasn't as innocent as she wanted me to see