This is a song about "Weed and missing my mom tgats gone"

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And beer as long as your mom is here! my

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And you know i aint missing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

All my weed was gone they even took my grinder too

And people call me a user, but i want you

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing