This is a song about "Momma i love you"

And i ain't goin' well

Momma said i am a hell

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

I know yo momma taught you better,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

You still love me? i do!

Cause when i make this stew

That's why they can't mess up my flow

I think its love dont you think so

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I could tell you i love you

What preceded was the clue

You know that i love you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

But i aint sick i did love you