This is a song about "My mum is poor"

I had been around niggas, killas, pimps

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

I care for you more than my mum

Killa you already know harlem

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So i can finally say to mum

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can