This is a song about "I m sorry momma"

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Sorry... not sorry, i probably shouldn't copy another killers story,

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Killing these niggas off quick