We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake
A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake
Well go cry to your mom
When you took my hand up so calm
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined
My mom gave me two selections
The jiggas and the tips
Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud
I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,
Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam
You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom
Send a letter to me,we can do it together,
I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever
Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day
Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,
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