This is a song about "Ur my life mom"

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

And all women who had light features, see

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

At least not until my mom leaves

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow