This is a song about "You better not lay a hand on my mother"

I write your name on my hand

Trying hard to speak and

Put a eighth on lay away

Oh i gotta face the day

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Her mother on the other hand wasn't so good

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Jokes aside, i'd slap you but i don't want to get bitch on my hand/

You gotta move on find a better one

Just to match the grind with precision

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Sing along, like a mother i think that i better high-

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I leave cuz she a one night stand, look at my hand hard as a rock on land,

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!