This is a song about "Mom is drunk"

And i need you to show me love

You grounded like mom is you serious?

You better watch your back because your mom is on the loose for twinkies

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

I think that i must be drunk

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And this drunk white girl is already all over me

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm