This is a song about "I love my mu"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

I hate my design but roll with the love

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I refuse to be another being on this earth

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

I begin to gloat, explain my love in a quote

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen