This is a song about "Taking moms bowl to smoke"

And grow up to smoke rocks.

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Bout to pack bowl as im writing this line offer me a smoke and your just

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Moms addicted to methadone,so since a youngin i was left alone

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

It felt so weird when moms went out to get her drink on/

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.