This is a song about "Cryin for my momma"

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

I want to fight the music on this one

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

I mean it's been working but we don't get support like orphans

So me and my momma can be happy no more abortions

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls