This is a song about "Loving my mom"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Loving you is my pleasure

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

At least not until my mom leaves

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

My mom gave me two selections

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My mom, it was the bomb,

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,