This is a song about "Call your mama"

I made her my baby mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

See boy she been in love

Man i will call your bluff

Shut your mouth, call you bane

Straight shots don’t toast champagne