This is a song about "Mistreating my mom"

So i thanks for my mom

No tats dey for my arm

That's word to my mom

My mom, it was the bomb,

My mom gave me two selections

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

And the word most important

Believe my mom still needs a new car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom