This is a song about "My alcoholic mom"

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

That's word to my mom

My mom, it was the bomb,

I sweat no bitches just sweat out weaves

At least not until my mom leaves