This is a song about "I m sorry momma"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Turn up that music

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...