This is a song about "Mom dying"

I got a big fear of flying

Inside it feels like im dying

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

A dying dream, you even try in

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

And this will be the song that we sing

But did you think about your mom,

Tats no dey for my arm

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

After all the times i preferred dying.

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,