This is a song about "Selling glasses on the internet"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Now you only selling bars, under the cash register. don't hate on me,

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,