This is a song about "Your momm"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Together all the timethought it was true love

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,