This is a song about "Your dad doing drugs"

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,