This is a song about "My mom died"

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

She go say i bad like saddam

So i thanks for my mom

I had to shut em out, then my dick died down.

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

Let my angel sing

My mom is so hardworking,

At least not until my mom leaves

We all dream one day we kings and queens