This is a song about "Rap mom doing drugs"

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

No tats dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

I don't fuckin' rap about any drugs that i don't do,

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room