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

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

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

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

What a delight her single mother stands applauding

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Who crippled legs with a stifled vein, kids, don't simulate

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Got beat by my mother because i told her a man touched me/

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Never let the game play youand for the fame

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