This is a song about "Big momma"

My momma needed a new crib

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Talking of the gods you serve

Momma said shut up and come downwards

Black fours red drop head doors

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

And pray for better days

Momma was getting a new raise.

European model white bitch is eating donuts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Now there's using your head, momma always said