This is a song about "All for my familly"

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Will somebody please show me how

All because i don't run around for my own sake

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

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

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

Forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

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

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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