This is a song about "Stoned momma"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

They call me say, word

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Too stoned to kill a bird/

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Keeping them on the hip

My momma needed a new crib

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Left her to fuck your momma

And my regime includes east coast

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned