This is a song about "Foster cate alone depressed sad lonly strong pain struggle help cry night gubs streets"

Well rick james, maury jane

Cause the streets leave you in pain

If you from the streets i feel your pain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Stare into my eyes and you will see,years of pain struggle and misery

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And it seems that with help, i may make it through my struggle.

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

You were the person i needed that would help me when i'd cry

Clinically depressed,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And i try, sit alone and i cry

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.