This is a song about "Better call your momma"

Got tired of running from the police

Go cry to your momma, and get some huggies.

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If your life is a hell, better call me satan! adoration of this nation.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You better call cops,coz this drugs

I know yo momma taught you better,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Now there's using your head, momma always said

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

You shook my world and it felt apart