This is a song about "Gain smoked pot with my mom"

My shit's hot like i took a dump in a crock pot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Just to let you know, you are

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger

More blood, more pain, plain gain, that's my story/

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My mom is so hardworking,

What up girl, tell me how you been

When you took my hand up so calm

So i thanks for my mom

Shit, we don't believe none of them

I guess i just forgot my meds a-gain

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/