This is a song about "Cooking mama"

Texting my mama current self

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

My all gold rolly or the

Are almost as old as yo mama

It's really not an issue

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Attention is a must

Mama hides me in the basement

Them niggas newbie bang

Pushing in my mama van

Pushing in my mama van

Weed i can't pronounce man