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

I forgot to take my crazy pills, didnt i?

In the lambo looking like a fly

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Whip purple and yellow, hello

So get ready for my rap show

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

It was hard for me and moms growing up

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

I rap for the single moms supporting their dreams,