This is a song about "Mamma abused"

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

He threatened me, abused me, and then told a different story

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Containing the monster locked within chained and caged used and abused

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes

My all gold rolly or the

Leave your running to your mamma,