This is a song about "Von trail mom"

Well go cry to your mom

Tats no dey for my arm

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Can't tell mom the same thang

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

When you took my hand up so calm

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

New message from mom

My mom, it was the bomb,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Battle champs just shows the latest, man i'm on a trail to greatness

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail