This is a song about "Baby mama drama"

I made her my baby mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Lucky seven probably poppa

I give two shits about yo mama

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I wonder what drama will unfold

When i tell her keep it drama free

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see