This is a song about "Gold digger baby mama"

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Women front, they get its cold

I ain't mad at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

Are almost as old as yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We're lookin out for your babies mama