This is a song about "My mom is a crack whore"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

No fake is safe against me, i'm a tough nut to crack

Up in my new two door

But she’s a slut she’s whore

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

Im darker than riddick! my mom is a critic!

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

Money is just a whore, and imma use her till i hit the door, remembrance when im gone

When will i diebe assured nigga word borncause now it's on you can only survive if you be strong

My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back