This is a song about "U mans wouldn t talk to her before she died"

For the outlawz, here we come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You better start thinking before you talk

To her opinion,she fake as fiction,

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

If i died would u miss me?

Cause you love me, call me daddy