This is a song about "Trouble with my mom"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

Gotta be something for me write this

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Pay dues like a hair salon

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/

When you took my hand up so calm

So i thanks for my mom

At least not until my mom leaves

Gotta go, let her leave

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack