This is a song about "Helping my mom out the hood"

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life

Cuz the the one you put in my back just helping me thrive

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through