This is a song about "Mum raised me"

And moms, she raised me well...

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She raised all that money to send me to university,

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

See for me its like crime never paid,all it ever did was leave my mum in a rage,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

It's like when we would cypher they raised and gave me life,

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine