This is a song about "Mom and pop"

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

So while you worry about the hoes

Pop a glock and pop and drop at cops and watch 'em lock to stop you,

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big homie hov said i am close

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Dad and mom are getting a divorce