This is a song about "Trouble with my mom"

Tats no dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

Mind your motherfucking business

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play