This is a song about "U have no mom"

And u aint a stage artist. ...bt u still have to hold my black mic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

No....u cant handle these weapons!

Without the sound of guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

No lie girl, u light up my world

We left em a world that's cursed

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

No ash i need u more than ever