This is a song about "Momma"

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

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

One day my momma told me

Hey, must be the money

I know yo momma taught you better,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Momma said i am a hell

The twin towers fell

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets