This is a song about "Crying momma"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Lucky seven probably poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And getting money is the song i sing

There's children dying and i am crying

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

You is not hip then i can not coach her