This is a song about "Bad momma"

Now there's using your head, momma always said

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

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

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Shows to do, got record to sell

Momma said i am a hell