This is a song about "Baby momma"

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

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

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Left her to fuck your momma

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

My momma needed a new crib

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz