This is a song about "Bad mommy"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Then get some back to mommy

Our children must be taught, of africa

Time to get your mommy out here to defend ya

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have

Even though,its nothing compared to your mommy,

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

You see now that nigga lonely

Run tell mommy, tattle on me,

I got something you've been waiting for

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival