This is a song about "Cry to mommy"

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

And hades will cry out loud,he'll have nothing to do,

Well go cry to your mom

No tats dey for my arm

The shoulder, for you to cry on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Even though,its nothing compared to your mommy,

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Cause even if you get out ill be at the top waiting to make you cry

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Then get some back to mommy