This is a song about "Crying momma"

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

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

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

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying