This is a song about "Call your mama"

I made her my baby mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

But for long time i had gone cold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost