This is a song about "Ur my life mom"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

My mom gave me two selections

My mom, it was the bomb,

This rapping is just a charm

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

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

The good kid from the ugly city

My mom and pops didn't want me

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

This is how she want to live

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.