This is a song about "Call your mama"

// [you can call out your guards]

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

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

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Of finding myself as an individual

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

Lucky seven probably poppa

Now he calling me baby mama

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

// [you can call out your guards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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