This is a song about "Ur mommy"

I got three bitches and one is ya mommy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Didn't hit me that she wasn't the same mommy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

For that paper, i'mma grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things right

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy