This is a song about "Call your mama"

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

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

And i would have brought your mama but she's greasier than you are

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

And there's little to be glad for

Call your girl up and meet her/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,