This is a song about "I m gonna miss you mom"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Yo i ain't gonna dies u or else i'll miss u

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Girl, i think it's safe to say that i miss you...

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I miss you saying i love you swiftly followed by my name,

Is written in our souls, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)