This is a song about "Trouble with my mom"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

It wasn't something i said, or i'd have trouble with the agency,

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

The world looking out, they on the front row

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

At least not until my mom leaves

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Leave em all trouble with the blood up inna proof

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

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