This is a song about "Gold digger baby mama"

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

I made her my baby mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I give two shits about yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

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

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song