This is a song about "Trouble with my mom"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/

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

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Tats no dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,