This is a song about "Crying momma"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Momma said i am a hell

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Me and you i think we should ride

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

There's children dying and i am crying

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

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