This is a song about "I miss u mom"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

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

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I really remember and miss all those times

I had to fight back and shit

You looking dumb i couldn't miss it

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I miss the times when i was glad