This is a song about "Lasagna mama"

But lil' mama so dope

My balance be so tight rope

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Are almost as old as yo mama

Yeah, one time for the

Would never hit my mama,

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze