This is a song about "Your mam"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Your last image is you seeing your wife

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Told you camp lo was my favorite

I wish i’ll never see you again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Take her back to where i live

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,