This is a song about "My dear momma"

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

One day my momma told me

So give it baby

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

And this the endso good luck with your career

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

But my momma could'nt even afford beans