This is a song about "Saving my mom"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My mom, it was the bomb,

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

About disaster in the world and

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

We be in the party like we own that bar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good