This is a song about "My dead mom"

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

At least not until my mom leaves

Don't blame my mom, she got fired over some bullshit

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

Professing they found one ready as this

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

My mom and pops didn't want me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.