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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

You know better not to mess with my verses..

Apparently i'm a total nut so you better not be allergic,

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

You in graver danger when my hand is on the lever

You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Hold on you can see my vision

You gotta move on find a better one

To give to my mother, life's a joke but it's not funny,

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

In my hand theres a nine

At the same damn time