This is a song about "Momma"

Can barely walk the city streets

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Because there ain't no coming back from that

My momma needed a new crib

Momma said i am a hell

The twin towers fell

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her