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

Momma was getting a new raise.

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

My momma needed a new crib

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Whats a daughter without her dad

I promise i'mma call you back

Bitch, i might make you my baby

One day my momma told me

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

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