This is a song about "Druggie mom"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

No tats dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

But did you think about your mom,

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

And her smile lit up the room

She go say i bad like saddam

I finally got a girl, mom!/

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

You grounded like mom is you serious?