This is a song about "Momma i didnt mean to make you cry"

One was my father, i didnt bother to cry, it was his fault it was his wish to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I didnt know what influenced me to rap

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Loreal make up i mean are you for real

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

It was only to disinfect didnt mean it to cause disrespect it was only cuz you were sick

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I know yo momma taught you better,

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die