This is a song about "Mum death"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Hoes row got beans in them

Yes sir, please confess

What you getting is death

Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

The jager in my cup is licorice black