This is a song about "Mom found my pot"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Pot gets to me/my eyes are blazed

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

I just found out my mom does more dope than i do (damn!)

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

My shit's hot like i took a dump in a crock pot