This is a song about "Mom and son"

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Your mom walks in and says good morning

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

Our children must be taught, of africa

My mom and pops didn't want me

Oops, i'm so sorry

And i know that you're open

Hit the joint and pass it son

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

My uncle pulled me to the side

Its either life or the hood, choose whats right and good, and your family's first success son.

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison