This is a song about "Missing my mom thats gone and smoking on loud not stressing"

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

While on this beat my hearts not missing a beat its cohesive

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

At least not until my mom leaves

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

And i'm still smoking that green but i've got my head on straight this time

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Getting rich is something thats not on my mind