This is a song about "Din mamma"

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

But seemingly believe it though

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes