This is a song about "Blessings mama"

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Like as if i didn’t know man

Pushing in my mama van

Pushing in my mama van

I put that shit on my man

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Now he calling me baby mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Count your blessings as we're trisecting into cannibal subjective dissecting.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Secret society all we ask is trust

Mama hides me in the basement

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five