This is a song about "Jays mother"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Go home to your mother

I don’t care where ya are

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Inhospitable like your mother

The only time i flirt with her

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Figurely argue with my mother,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Lighting up the jays, that i want in my brain

Mary jane is my mother

The choice can be no other

Currently back livin with my mother

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her