Huh Let me explain to y'all what the title of this album is, man Ayo, ayo I'm sittin' in my cell waitin' for my mother to come She had to travel eight hours 'cause of her son Locked up with family members, my brother was one Mom got two kids in jail because of a gun, huh Should've known trouble would come But we'd rather throw rocks at the pans than struggle with crumbs Adapted to a habitat, in the jungle, we hung Made us monsters, we started off humble and young I got my first cell charge around summer '01 First court appearance, shit, I prayed summer would come I looked behind me, who do I see? My mother in front Got separated from her baby for a couple of months I came home and went on a hustlin' run I put an end to your sufferin' from doublin' funds My mom would be proud of me no matter what I become My most reliable sources is my mother and gun, huh You the reason my heart knew love I know I did things you ain't approve of But what you taught me was how to be kind-hearted like you was That's why I got rich and showed the crew love Picked homie up from prison in a Benz, it had blue rugs Few months later, he sold me out for a new plug This what you go through when you move drugs Whole crew beefin' with each other, we really just need a group hug 38 really came from the slums I cash checks, we was just thumbin' through ones My mom would be proud of me no matter what I become (Uh-huh) But I don't trust no one like my mother and gun, uh (Yeah) All these bitches, yeah, they go and they come But ain't no woman like my mama (No woman like my mama) I got it tatted on me, yeah, I'm Charlene son You see me, you see my mama (You see me, you see my mama) I ain't have nothin', it was hard in these slums But I always had my mama (I always had my mama) These bitches say they got me, but a nigga not dumb You ain't got me like my mama, my mama