This is a song about "Loving mama"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Mama hides me in the basement

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

I'm on the run, keep running

My shit, i know u loving

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Texting my mama current self

And please never disrespect my set

Loving you is clouding my head

Got a killer flow from the llama

Would never hit my mama,