This is a song about "Byron s mum"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

He been waiting for his connection to come

So i can finally say to mum

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

It´s the battle of life

Inferior, but i'm nice

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks