This is a song about "I love my momma"

I love it when my opponents spit emotionally

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My momma is a witness to my greatness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Momma said i am a hell

Let me call that hotel