This is a song about "Letter to my mom"

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,