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

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

And every time i hear my moms phone ring

I forgot to take my crazy pills, didnt i?

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

But it didnt have a taste for me that's why i was thrown out of college,

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

I show up with four hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

I made your moms ass rosy

I’m tryna be low key

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I rap for the single moms supporting their dreams,

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh