I was looking for a father, he was gone. I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs, they showed a young brother love.

Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.

Papa wasn't man enough, couldn't stand up to his responsibilities. Instead of taking care of me, he'd rather live lavishly.

Even as a dope fiend mama. You always was a black queen mama.

With all my fans I got a family again.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers.