This is a song about "Working to get money for my mum"

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

Is it a sin to be so young but feel like you got the potential to be the greatest

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

But i ain't really working, trying to get this shit right