This is a song about "Your mommy"

My mommy my mommy wont let me have cake until i eat my broccoli..

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

Dont got time for ya mommy

Walk that body, talk that body

Tell you mommy, your rattled

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy