This is a song about "Ya mutha"

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I just gotta mock ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

Chloe haterz, see ya

I ain't mad at cha