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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

To my mind madness taking over

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Bring her to my moms place to fucking mate her

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Yo yo, type fast, i dip dabs, having a laugh, taking a blast, of smoke,

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

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

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out