This is a song about "Save your drama for your mama"

Gotta save your cash when you're at this level

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

Thinkin that your luck will save you, that's just superstitious,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lucky seven probably poppa

Is smoking dro too for some melo-drama

So save your excuses

And maybe cupid won't miss

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

For you kids to listen to, i'm vodka, drama, shock, tonic,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

And keep for your self your comment