This is a song about "Mom passing"

Well go cry to your mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Even passing out that eminem guy

Hope my city is not too far

She prayed on me passing that bar

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Wasting good time passing critics

Don't want to be the king

About how your life is passing.

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Passing time, when eyes shed bye

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium