This is a song about "Mom leaving me"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Mom wasn't as innocent as she wanted me to see

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And my mom put me right down to sleep

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Is slowly fucking leaving me

My mom gave me two selections

The jiggas and the tips

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see