This is a song about "Fatty mama"

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Pushing in my mama van

Self made self paid man

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I give two shits about yo mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Mama hides me in the basement

If you ever feel alone and

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

She was wet off the bat

Would never hit my mama,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Lucky seven probably poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama