This is a song about "A mother who chooses drugs over her kids"

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Cuz her head runneths over with a whole set of questions

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Her handset in hand scouring over a message i sent

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover