This is a song about "Troys mom"

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Right to wear your mom stay

Rub my back, then let me lay

I put that shit on my man

Can't tell mom the same thang

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

My mom is so hardworking,

My sim card's the bomb

Well go cry to your mom

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that