This is a song about "For momma"

It was just the four of us uptown corners

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

My momma is a witness to my greatness

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Now you got me hopped up on that

My momma needed a new crib

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven