This is a song about "Yer maw"

Yer well thats a cover up

And maybe i am but

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

I dont know you yer i get that

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

And put another half a mil in my bank account