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

I forgot to take my crazy pills, didnt i?

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I rap for the single moms supporting their dreams,

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

It was hard for me and moms growing up