This is a song about "Mum not bring there"

Your slippers not there, its time to quit your booze

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Puts up with mum and dads crap

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

It's not my fault you decided to bring these demons out,

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

And there are many things, that those titles bring, has you feeling you're

Tethered together two people there still not classed as my equal,

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

We live life a rap for it there not understanding it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit