This is a song about "My dead mom"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

My mom gave me two selections

Ass shots in her seven jeans

At least not until my mom leaves

My mom, it was the bomb,

This rapping is just a charm

With such an ugly picture in it and

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

I'mma live and die in cali

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Even when my dreams are dead

Im trying to see her in bed