This is a song about "Grammy aunty momma mammy"

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

My momma is a witness to my greatness

Trying to get back to this thing called love

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

One day my momma told me

Kill the radio, till i gotta win a grammy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

My momma needed a new crib