momma , you should know I'll always love you and no matter what your son do just respect the money hustle put no other one above you ain't no other mother but you I swear I truly love you all the mess that I got into talking through the glass and I could see how much it hurt u holding back your tears when you say son your momma loves you every day i spent away i know it really hurt you knowing you is lonely ain't protected like you should be on top of that you hurting caused I'm locked up in this burden just know your son's a soldier folding grown men like it's nothin since a jit ya son's been thugging packing pistols ...drinking... drugging remember all them nights when we was broke and we had nothin striving just to struggle turned my hustle into muscle them feds they started flocking to the block where I was droppin asking all them questions like your ass would really tell em so many times you had to lie and tell em you never see me whipping up the work 2 houses down I was djs really just a baby didnt know what I was into calling up my phone just to check up on my mental son your mommas loves you ... why the hell you have a pistol I know your ass was stressing thinking that I'd get to blasting the second that they hit them lights and start up with harasment I know it had u thinking you gon see me in a casket but every move I made I took a thought of you invested I knew what I was doing and I knew what it would bring I knew that I was bugging and I knew I'd use that Thang didn't wanna see you hurt I didn't wanna cause u pain went and did my time and held my chest out like a maine came back to the streets and got to hug ur neck again straitened up my life you know my momma raised a man