This is a song about "Dakota dirale momma dad keri keyli kynnadi journo"

Grabbing a diploma, though he'd never do it, nu uh - not dakota

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

My momma needed a new crib

I’m first class on my trip trip

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Got a killer flow from the llama

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/