This is a song about "My mom"

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Cause we been off them slave ships

My mom gave me two selections

I hear the people talking

My mom is so hardworking,

No tats dey for my arm

My mom, it was the bomb,

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play