This is a song about "Make my momma pro"

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

Im sayin one night my love is like that

My momma needed a new crib

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

I try to be the guy, you think about

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Im greedy when i eat, so my momma always late,