This is a song about "Lasagna mama"

Now my rhymes straight lasagna.

Coroners comfort your mama

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Mama hides me in the basement

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Out at night mama hit my phone

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I thought mama taught ya,

But dont go in raw