This is a song about "Baby mama"

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

I rather give you my last to see you live again

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

But lil' mama so dope

Then later we can elope

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I thought mama taught ya,

So part of the plan

Pushing in my mama van