This is a song about "Your mamma"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

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

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

But unfortunately she was taken away from michael.... mamma..

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

And i need you to show me love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop