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

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

But got love for them girls

But we still real brothers

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

My talent should take me places i've never been