This is a song about "About mom s that had a hard life"

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Theres this thirst and i cant quench it, with life, i've had a hard friendship

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I know the world been waiting for that

About times that we've had

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Rollin' down the four o five