This is a song about "All for my familly"

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Hungry for these rhymes and all my raps is what you cravin

Just wasnt for me/ all i needed was a hug from my mother/ she

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

For all my people who be knowing me clever

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

We vegetables, on them record labels

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

So what i do for my people i give it all my best

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

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden