This is a song about "Momma dont love me nomore"

I dont love you im just confused

I must go like fly route

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

One day my momma told me

Mama made her pretty

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Is love a crime, hope not, i dont wanna get fined

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Half of us males dont even love our mate

Dont love, just hate on me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Boys tell me they love me

Dc, man over money

The ones who dont even love them, are in it to rate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape