This is a song about "Mom come home"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

But black kids come home to no father,

No tats dey for my arm

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

C-diamonds home. come talk ill give advice to rap like me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

But black kids come home to no father,