This is a song about "Sorry momma"

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

No you ain't i'm sorry

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Left her to fuck your momma

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

Lifestyles of the young and the broke