This is a song about "My dear momma"

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

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

For you, my dear, i'll be ready for whatever

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I like to call that a quick flip

My momma needed a new crib

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

So me and my momma can be happy no more abortions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada