This is a song about "Jo mama"

But dont go in raw

I thought mama taught ya,

So beat me to the bone

Out at night mama hit my phone

Mama said that i was way too handsome

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Now he calling me baby mama

You made me wanna

Would never hit my mama,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

If he don't show up, think i can take his place