This is a song about "Ur my life mom"

My mom makes me feel so proud

Boy you know ill smoke you out

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Get a call from my mom, one love/

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

When you took my hand up so calm

My mom, it was the bomb,

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

At least not until my mom leaves

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats