This is a song about "Dying mom"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

People always dying in the hood, stood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

And dying every second im living

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

But he don't rule a thing

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Down just so we can grow

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines