This is a song about "I did you mama"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I deserve this, what you did to me.

I give two shits about yo mama

My all gold rolly or the

Lucky seven probably poppa

I made her my baby mama

Or who did, cause i did

Doja was four hundred

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

We're young and we don't give a fuck

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

And i would have brought your mama but she's greasier than you are

I thought mama taught ya,

The science and the art, africa

I warned you the first time, did you hear me stutter?

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger