This is a song about "Mothers dying love for son"

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

No love at all no love for my natives at all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Yo i rap for brothers dying in the streets while most rappers talk about

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son