This is a song about "Crying momma"

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Crying myself to sleep every night,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Kids crying in the background

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Momma was getting a new raise.

Give players plenty space

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying