This is a song about "I dont see my momma nigga"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

Do it really quick so my momma dont throw a fit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

I dont see no people coming

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Nigga i dont allow shit i just tell her to sit and spit

Twista finna get up on the track

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I see you hating, nigga why you hating

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

This nigga was about to say something about my momma i wish this nigga would

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good