This is a song about "U have no mom"

U still think why u dont have any fan

They talk say cool jew na the man

If u had just told me nothing would have gone right but u took

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Relent pawn, u get spent on by your, then, mom cause you're favorite- millions?

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Bigger than kyle’s mom, have you seen her behind?

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

U still think why u dont have any fan

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Its alright u have no friends

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit