This is a song about "Make my momma cry"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

You see at least i tryed, not to pass bye, spitting lyrics through my mouth tryna make you cry

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

My momma is a witness to my greatness

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Make you cry for 8 nights, my rhymes are more terrifying than stage fright.