This is a song about "Mom found my pot"

I done your mom whats wrong you just found out she can suck a dong?

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Pot gets to me/my eyes are blazed

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Disabled with my mom still as my payee,

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

They don't see my vision, grown man mission