This is a song about "Making my step mom noan"

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

And bijies like im out and

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Every step i take, i end up making a new assumption

My mom, it was the bomb,

New message from mom

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

At least not until my mom leaves

Now i'm living out my dreams

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john