This is a song about "My mom dying"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Get a call from my mom, one love/

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying