This is a song about "Mom come home"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

But black kids come home to no father,

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Making all the ladies wanna come home with me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

When i got home all i heard was my mom moan and groan

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone