This is a song about "A bad mama jama"

But i'm finna make a hey mama remix man i love em so much/

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

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

Instead having a bad addiction

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

All my niggas get together to gather loot