This is a song about "Baby mama"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

When i’m looking in the mirror

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Parents treat me like a baby

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Texting my mama current self