This is a song about "Drunk suburban mom"

I've become immune to you no name haters

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

No tats dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Snatch a bitch up stuff her in the back of my suburban

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds