This is a song about "Hookers mom"

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Money ain't a thing

My mom is so hardworking,

Well go cry to your mom

My sim card's the bomb

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

And no longing for dates