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

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

When she was young nobody treated her right

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Before the shouts and screams came, assault happening to her mother

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

My own mother for emberassing me

Did it all on my own

Know i just call it head phone