This is a song about "Foxy mama"

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Foxy shifty ,wily, like a fox

My all gold rolly or the

Now he calling me baby mama

Pushing in my mama van

Can you picture my specific plan

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I needed some change, mama needed a raise