This is a song about "Karma"

While y'all stuck with drama but i call that karma,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

I think this shit is funny sorta like karma,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Indubitably i'm too street

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I know karma precedes me good things come in due time,

My all gold rolly or the

Because this rap is like karma

Now im raking in the karma

Now hey little mama