This is a song about "Mama"

Would never hit my mama,

You made me wanna

Are almost as old as yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

I made her my baby mama

My all gold rolly or the

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Mama hides me in the basement

Out at night mama hit my phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again