This is a song about "Big momma"

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Big tits and a big ass

Just put your hand on the glass

And don't you bring your camera phone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Left her to fuck your momma

Singing my life with his words

Momma said shut up and come downwards

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

My momma needed a new crib