This is a song about "Crying momma"

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Momma said i am a hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

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

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

Left her to fuck your momma

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

My momma needed a new crib

She want her baby back, like a cooked rib