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

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Go to school and smoke dope.

I fucking hate this job

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Since i was left with no hope

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

I started taking drugs to forget about mankind

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

You pull up in parking lots

I remember waking to my moms