This is a song about "My mamma"

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

But unfortunately she was taken away from michael.... mamma..

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration