This is a song about "Goochie mama"

They used to call me the future

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Our history that they stole, africa

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Mama said that i was way too handsome

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Now he calling me baby mama

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I give two shits about yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Out at night mama hit my phone

Gotta handle your own