This is a song about "Jo mama"

Little latasha sho' grown

Out at night mama hit my phone

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Myself as a prominent figure

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Rap ki hui ending yo jo thi pandat k pyar ki hui happy ending

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

We're lookin out for your babies mama