This is a song about "Young mother struggling on her own"

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Now my mother sees isotopes through her microscope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I feel so hazy to her own aroma her business is shady

I protect it like mother protects her young, i don't want it to be undone.

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Blow trees like a hurricane

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/

Plus big truckin too it's nothing