This is a song about "I didnt show up for my moms funeral"

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

And it goes to show, my words lifted me up so i could float

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

I'm looking for a defender who's willing to show up.

Let's have a toast for this new love

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

I never show up end up getting suspensions

So here i am at the store for some chips

And every time i hear my moms phone ring

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Bitches is artificially duck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I do it for the love of the show, i show it cause i love it