This is a song about "Babys mom"

Tats no dey for my arm

My mom, it was the bomb,

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

No new babys to be born into the world

Pass that, catch back, fast that

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Right to wear your mom stay

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

We back on these highways moving cakes

My sim card's the bomb

So i thanks for my mom

2 of her friends in the back boy

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,