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

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

I had a good day with my mother/ i felt love when i hugged her/

Who's got drugs tell me who knows?

This is love, nothing else close

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Her handset in hand scouring over a message i sent

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

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

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again