This is a song about "Call your mama"

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I live my life in tha fast lane

Shut your mouth, call you bane

Would never hit my mama,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]