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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

And so are my memories, but if it's gone it's not important

My street is not the sanest and thats no understatement.

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Your feedback ain't flexing

Been smoking tryin to stop stressing

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Child parents see my music and say "thats one album you will not be buying"

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Im just tryna get rich fitty hat and a down ass bitch thats why my mind gone

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys