This is a song about "Mum raised me"

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

But momma raised me right wont be a robbery

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Hoes row got beans in them

I was raised around white people,believe me i thought they were evil

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

I care for you more than my mum

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

I was raised in hell don't expect me to act like an angel with a halo ring/

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.

Vijay singh and all of them

So slim davy please call up your mum

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.