This is a song about "Cryin for my momma"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

Catch you up on places i've been

My brain is cryin blood from within

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home